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 South Africa and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Saints to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Flash Fearless,
Ponytail,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Image Ltd.,
In Retrospect,
Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Clarke,
Lungfish,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boredoms,
Toni Rubio,
Roxette,
Gang Starr,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faraquet,
Make Up,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Symarip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harmonia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Age Steppers,
The United States of America,
Pussy Galore,
Barrington Levy,
The Gap Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang On A Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
The Beau Brummels,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neu!,
Amon Düül II,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlback,
Niagra,
Clear Light,
Supertramp,
Bad Manners,
John Foxx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amazonics,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.