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 Antigua and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Jacques Brel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Rites of Spring,
John Holt,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
Aaron Thompson,
Ken Boothe,
The Gladiators,
Audionom,
Jawbox,
Eli Mardock,
MC5,
Joe Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moby Grape,
John Foxx,
Roger Hodgson,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley,
Kayak,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
Harry Pussy,
The Angels of Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Royal Trux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Siglo XX,
The Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
H. Thieme,
The Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Green,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
kango's stein massive,
Brass Construction,
Symarip,
Newcleus,
Hashim,
UT,
Kaleidoscope,
Supertramp,
Can,
Dennis Brown,
These Immortal Souls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Youth Brigade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.