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 Maldives and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mighty Diamonds to the dance 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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Popol Vuh,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
Wasted Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fuzztones,
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
Brass Construction,
John Holt,
The Gap Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hardrive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thompson Twins,
Talk Talk,
Livin' Joy,
Funky Four + One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry's Kids,
JFA,
Minutemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacques Brel,
Zapp,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Leaves,
James White and The Blacks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Skarface,
The Fortunes,
Quando Quango,
The Dirtbombs,
Graham Central Station,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Green,
The Count Five,
The Happenings,
Peter and Kerry,
The Divine Comedy,
Y Pants,
The Durutti Column,
Fela Kuti,
The Zeros,
Deakin,
The Cure,
Wolf Eyes,
The Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Human League,
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oneida,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.