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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Byron Stingily to the crunk 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
Iggy Pop,
Country Teasers,
Marc Almond,
Lindisfarne,
AZ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Animal Collective,
Robert Görl,
Scion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Howard Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Qualms,
Nas,
The Grass Roots,
Make Up,
Chris & Cosey,
Drexciya,
Jawbox,
Barrington Levy,
Black Flag,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q and Not U,
Television Personalities,
Skaos,
Ohio Players,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camouflage,
Tom Boy,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
EPMD,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Selecter,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Misunderstood,
Idris Muhammad,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agent Orange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joyce Sims,
Accadde A,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Skatalites,
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Au Pairs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hardrive,
Stiv Bators,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.