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 Romania and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
The Litter,
Von Mondo,
Schoolly D,
Agent Orange,
Kayak,
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Isaac Hayes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eli Mardock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fear,
Clear Light,
Bronski Beat,
Amazonics,
a-ha,
Johnny Clarke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Trumans Water,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fugazi,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tom Boy,
Marmalade,
Morten Harket,
Skaos,
Mantronix,
OOIOO,
The Fortunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Brothers Johnson,
Franke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Offenders,
Infiniti,
Skarface,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul II Soul,
Faraquet,
The Stooges,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aswad,
Suicide,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Patti Smith,
PIL,
World's Most,
Accadde A,
Black Sheep,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.