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 Niger and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Lucky Dragons to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Nas,
Quadrant,
Soft Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul II Soul,
Scientists,
Lungfish,
Slave,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gun Club,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
Depeche Mode,
Scion,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare,
Camberwell Now,
Alphaville,
Lindisfarne,
Q and Not U,
AZ,
Lyres,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Clarke,
Tears for Fears,
The Black Dice,
DNA,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
The Standells,
David Bowie,
Mantronix,
Agent Orange,
Slick Rick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Hoover,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Cale,
EPMD,
La Düsseldorf,
Donny Hathaway,
Nils Olav,
Outsiders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Can,
Scratch Acid,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Durutti Column,
Mark Hollis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gong,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.