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 Haiti and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Parry Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Joey Negro,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vladislav Delay,
LL Cool J,
Television,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
Trumans Water,
Crime,
Urselle,
Skriet,
Mark Hollis,
Alison Limerick,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gories,
The United States of America,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ken Boothe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gladiators,
Quadrant,
Cymande,
Ronnie Foster,
The Offenders,
EPMD,
Simply Red,
Qualms,
The Tremeloes,
The Stooges,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Hardrive,
H. Thieme,
Prince Buster,
Fugazi,
Frankie Knuckles,
Outsiders,
Chrome,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultra Naté,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grey Daturas,
The Doors,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dennis Brown,
Sex Pistols,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maleditus Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Angry Samoans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grauzone,
Rod Modell,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.