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 Peru and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Hot Snakes to the disco 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Tropical Tobacco,
Howard Jones,
Jandek,
Severed Heads,
New Age Steppers,
Junior Murvin,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
Johnny Clarke,
Metal Thangz,
Cluster,
Buzzcocks,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Von Mondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thompson Twins,
Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Brass Construction,
Cymande,
Josef K,
Faust,
Visage,
Lightning Bolt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Guru Guru,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Womack,
the Germs,
the Swans,
10cc,
Patti Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Last Poets,
The Selecter,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Mantronix,
Banda Bassotti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
T.S.O.L.,
Niagra,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Don Cherry,
the Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sex Pistols,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Bananas,
Ossler,
The Cramps,
X-101,
Yaz,
Faraquet,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.