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 India and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Peter & Gordon to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Pierre Henry,
the Normal,
Con Funk Shun,
Byron Stingily,
Brass Construction,
The Associates,
Avey Tare,
the Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Little Man,
Massinfluence,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arthur Verocai,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick May,
The Saints,
Yaz,
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Near,
Q65,
Suicide,
Carl Craig,
Nas,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers,
Panda Bear,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Juan Atkins,
10cc,
Jeff Mills,
June of 44,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlback,
U.S. Maple,
Yazoo,
Echospace,
The Moleskins,
One Last Wish,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Japan,
the Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bush Tetras,
Terry Callier,
The Birthday Party,
Subhumans,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang of Four,
A Certain Ratio,
The Grass Roots,
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.