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 Jamaica 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Byron Stingily to the grunge 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Half Japanese,
The Durutti Column,
The Golliwogs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mantronix,
Cal Tjader,
Q65,
Scratch Acid,
The Music Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Mars,
Rakim,
Interpol,
Wasted Youth,
Mr. Review,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Simply Red,
Little Man,
DNA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maurizio,
Chris & Cosey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Idris Muhammad,
Skriet,
John Lydon,
Thee Headcoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Average White Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Womack,
The Mojo Men,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monks,
The Names,
Jandek,
the Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wire,
D'Angelo,
Livin' Joy,
Cluster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Five Americans,
10cc,
Kenny Larkin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terry Callier,
Unwound,
Charles Mingus,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.