Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bulgaria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Connie Case to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
Drexciya,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
The Leaves,
Aloha Tigers,
Fluxion,
Gong,
Dennis Brown,
Pulsallama,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Silicon Teens,
Alison Limerick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mad Mike,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
L. Decosne,
Whodini,
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Vogues,
Guru Guru,
Suicide,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
Jacob Miller,
One Last Wish,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
Dave Gahan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Knickerbockers,
In Retrospect,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Parrish,
Intrusion,
Visage,
Howard Jones,
Black Bananas,
China Crisis,
The Golliwogs,
KRS-One,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.