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 South Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Deepchord to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Skarface,
Jeff Mills,
Tubeway Army,
Terry Callier,
Sexual Harrassment,
T. Rex,
Organ,
Dennis Brown,
The Pop Group,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dead Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeru the Damaja,
a-ha,
Ossler,
Reuben Wilson,
Stiv Bators,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves,
Spoonie Gee,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dead C,
PIL,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
U.S. Maple,
Schoolly D,
Deadbeat,
Rotary Connection,
The Skatalites,
Arab on Radar,
Heaven 17,
Brothers Johnson,
Wings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Modern Lovers,
Kayak,
Kenny Larkin,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Smooth,
Marine Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MDC,
The Cure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
KRS-One,
Procol Harum,
Smog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deakin,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
Sex Pistols,
The Standells,
Yellowson,
The Slits,
The Associates,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sister Nancy,
The Kinks,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.