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 Albania and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Connie Case to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Franke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
World's Most,
Bob Dylan,
John Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cybotron,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Moon,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers,
John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia,
Radio Birdman,
Saccharine Trust,
Glenn Branca,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Bananas,
Unwound,
Animal Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Oneida,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears,
June Days,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Pus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sarah Menescal,
Fatback Band,
Guru Guru,
Motorama,
Ultravox,
The Pretty Things,
Cymande,
CMW,
Howard Jones,
Lower 48,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wings,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Ice-T,
The Trojans,
Quando Quango,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang On A Can,
The Cramps,
Alphaville,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.