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 Slovenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Lower 48 to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
The Sound,
Cluster,
The United States of America,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Minnie Riperton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Babytalk,
The Motions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sugar Minott,
Joensuu 1685,
Little Man,
Barbara Tucker,
Isaac Hayes,
ABC,
Joyce Sims,
The Victims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unrelated Segments,
Sound Behaviour,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minny Pops,
Wally Richardson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Icehouse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Birthday Party,
Harmonia,
Cymande,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Last Poets,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The J.B.'s,
Visage,
Frankie Knuckles,
James White and The Blacks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vladislav Delay,
Lightning Bolt,
Scan 7,
The Black Dice,
Jerry's Kids,
Silicon Teens,
The Durutti Column,
Wasted Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Roxette,
Spoonie Gee,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bauhaus,
DJ Sneak,
the Association,
Glambeats Corp.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.