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 Brazil and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Faraquet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bush Tetras,
the Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unwound,
Bill Wells,
Michelle Simonal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Desert Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid,
Delta 5,
Nik Kershaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Qualms,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Near,
Gong,
Grauzone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Groovy Waters,
Lower 48,
Au Pairs,
Janne Schatter,
The Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Neu!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
Stetsasonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Dave Gahan,
Sugar Minott,
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
Television,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Q and Not U,
Bob Dylan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Scion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mark Hollis,
Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Starr,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Arthur Verocai,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.