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 Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Juan Atkins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The New Christs,
Colin Newman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moleskins,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doors,
the Sonics,
Faraquet,
Grauzone,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül II,
Jandek,
Sällskapet,
Peter and Kerry,
the Human League,
Tres Demented,
Sex Pistols,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joy Division,
Stetsasonic,
Sonic Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye,
Dual Sessions,
Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Ronan,
Toni Rubio,
Main Source,
cv313,
Glenn Branca,
Deadbeat,
Make Up,
Mo-Dettes,
Reagan Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Basic Channel,
Patti Smith,
The Evens,
Fluxion,
Ituana,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
Radio Birdman,
Banda Bassotti,
EPMD,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül,
Marc Almond,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scrapy,
The Pretty Things,
Zero Boys,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.