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 Nauru and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Minny Pops,
Pylon,
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
Das Ding,
Arab on Radar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ossler,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mojo Men,
Arthur Verocai,
Oneida,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camberwell Now,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Yazoo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Order,
Pussy Galore,
Delta 5,
Derrick May,
The Residents,
Sam Rivers,
Althea and Donna,
The Fall,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Names,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ornette Coleman,
John Lydon,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Reuben Wilson,
FM Einheit,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sight & Sound,
10cc,
Aaron Thompson,
Rosa Yemen,
a-ha,
Dark Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shuggie Otis,
Joyce Sims,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.