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 Senegal and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Drexciya to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
June Days,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style,
The Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Jawbox,
The Selecter,
Fela Kuti,
Franke,
Mo-Dettes,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blackbyrds,
Marine Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tears for Fears,
Althea and Donna,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funkadelic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Moon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Green,
Moby Grape,
Glenn Branca,
Quantec,
Faraquet,
The Barracudas,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marvin Gaye,
Interpol,
World's Most,
Kas Product,
Gregory Isaacs,
Junior Murvin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
Main Source,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiohead,
Das Ding,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.