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 Singapore and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Amazonics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
The American Breed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Spoonie Gee,
Nico,
The Real Kids,
Bad Manners,
Infiniti,
Marmalade,
the Human League,
Delta 5,
Moby Grape,
Lyres,
The Black Dice,
Au Pairs,
Mission of Burma,
Sex Pistols,
Scion,
Cameo,
Todd Terry,
Eli Mardock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arcadia,
Fatback Band,
Gang Starr,
FM Einheit,
Intrusion,
Joe Smooth,
Index,
The Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Pantytec,
Stetsasonic,
Sixth Finger,
Cybotron,
Howard Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Urselle,
New Order,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Iggy Pop,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy Collins,
The J.B.'s,
The Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Royal Trux,
The Motions,
Mark Hollis,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
H. Thieme,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.