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 St Lucia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Lebanon Hanover to the jazz 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Bad Manners,
Tears for Fears,
Malaria!,
Brick,
Rotary Connection,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brass Construction,
Sam Rivers,
The Searchers,
Minor Threat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blossom Toes,
Little Man,
Popol Vuh,
FM Einheit,
Radio Birdman,
Sarah Menescal,
Alton Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Arab on Radar,
Dennis Brown,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Angels of Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
OOIOO,
Stiv Bators,
Jacques Brel,
Guru Guru,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sällskapet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris Corsano,
The Alarm Clocks,
Negative Approach,
Royal Trux,
kango's stein massive,
10cc,
The Mojo Men,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Association,
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
Rufus Thomas,
Bush Tetras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crooked Eye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico,
Television,
Arcadia,
Prince Buster,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fuzztones,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.