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 Egypt and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Pantytec to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro 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?
The Buckinghams,
Barrington Levy,
Jacques Brel,
David McCallum,
June Days,
Television,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chrome,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Bananas,
Gang Starr,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Bourne,
Marine Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Lyres,
L. Decosne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Remains,
X-Ray Spex,
Rotary Connection,
Das Ding,
The Index,
The Slits,
The Fortunes,
Funkadelic,
Aswad,
Deadbeat,
Little Man,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül,
Hardrive,
Sight & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Smog,
Trumans Water,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
Cybotron,
Dual Sessions,
The Invisible,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mad Mike,
The Real Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Minor Threat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Intrusion,
Maurizio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kurtis Blow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantytec,
Bill Near,
Moebius,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.