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 Ethiopia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 The Fall to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Shoche,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nico,
UT,
Dead Boys,
Section 25,
Grauzone,
Masters at Work,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Bluetip,
Siglo XX,
Cameo,
The Vogues,
Bronski Beat,
Television Personalities,
Inner City,
John Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rapeman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
Fluxion,
Deepchord,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fugs,
The Fall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suburban Knight,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
Das Ding,
Hot Snakes,
Pantytec,
Charles Mingus,
Crime,
Ken Boothe,
Intrusion,
Agitation Free,
Morten Harket,
Dark Day,
Soul II Soul,
Oneida,
The J.B.'s,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camberwell Now,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
Pierre Henry,
Magma,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.