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 Nauru and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Popol Vuh 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Colin Newman,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra,
Royal Trux,
Heaven 17,
Alison Limerick,
Ultravox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moss Icon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cal Tjader,
Q and Not U,
Bill Wells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Zero Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Peter and Kerry,
Mad Mike,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swell Maps,
the Sonics,
The Happenings,
Los Fastidios,
Gang of Four,
Morten Harket,
Rosa Yemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gladiators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
L. Decosne,
La Düsseldorf,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mo-Dettes,
Tears for Fears,
Yaz,
Scan 7,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronan,
Barbara Tucker,
Junior Murvin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oblivians,
The Blues Magoos,
Cymande,
Newcleus,
Subhumans,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.