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 Nauru and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Terrestrial Tones to the crunk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Victims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
The Techniques,
Funky Four + One,
X-102,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Residents,
Little Man,
Chris & Cosey,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Sneak,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Green,
The Sonics,
Deakin,
Gichy Dan,
Magma,
The Remains,
Average White Band,
Darondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Rundgren,
R.M.O.,
OOIOO,
Los Fastidios,
The Searchers,
Vainqueur,
Au Pairs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
Soulsonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Japan,
Scan 7,
The Selecter,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
Godley & Creme,
The Fortunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Royal Trux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eddi Front,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blancmange,
Infiniti,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.