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 Monaco and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 The Music Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Icehouse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Audionom,
kango's stein massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare,
The Blues Magoos,
Fat Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
The Names,
The Offenders,
The Vogues,
Pantaleimon,
Rod Modell,
Bill Near,
Yusef Lateef,
MC5,
Yellowson,
Skaos,
Minutemen,
The Doors,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scrapy,
cv313,
The Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
The Seeds,
Faust,
Nas,
The Five Americans,
Theoretical Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Iggy Pop,
The Young Rascals,
AZ,
Stereo Dub,
The Dirtbombs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jawbox,
KRS-One,
Cheater Slicks,
Dead Boys,
Unwound,
The Motions,
Lou Christie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric B and Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
The Flesh Eaters,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.