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 Nauru and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Kinks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Pylon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks,
Carl Craig,
The Golliwogs,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis,
The Birthday Party,
Theoretical Girls,
Marmalade,
Susan Cadogan,
Pere Ubu,
Minnie Riperton,
Oneida,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scrapy,
The Wake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül,
Con Funk Shun,
Kayak,
Mantronix,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Whodini,
The Doors,
Mandrill,
the Swans,
The Sound,
Hoover,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Michelle Simonal,
Adolescents,
Metal Thangz,
Simply Red,
The Black Dice,
Vladislav Delay,
Aswad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q65,
Curtis Mayfield,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
Derrick Morgan,
Fear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
Camouflage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Halsall,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.