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 Korea South 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rakim to the electroclash 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Skaos,
AZ,
Nas,
Lindisfarne,
The Angels of Light,
Rapeman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Green,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warsaw,
Brick,
Josef K,
The Pop Group,
Mandrill,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Wake,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang On A Can,
Quantec,
Peter and Kerry,
Dave Gahan,
Piero Umiliani,
Vladislav Delay,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Christie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Style,
Johnny Osbourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
a-ha,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
Ice-T,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Patti Smith,
Dead Boys,
D'Angelo,
The Evens,
Slave,
Jeff Mills,
Rosa Yemen,
Pylon,
In Retrospect,
Lungfish,
Scrapy,
The Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang of Four,
Fluxion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Al Stewart,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.