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 Nepal and from Houston.
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 Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 X-102 to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Boredoms,
Silicon Teens,
Funkadelic,
Marine Girls,
T. Rex,
Moby Grape,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Görl,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Icehouse,
Patti Smith,
The Tremeloes,
The Pop Group,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Grass Roots,
The Buckinghams,
The Raincoats,
Drexciya,
Black Bananas,
Lindisfarne,
World's Most,
Circle Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Dual Sessions,
Buzzcocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Rod Modell,
E-Dancer,
The Pretty Things,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fuzztones,
Stiv Bators,
Joey Negro,
Faraquet,
Mark Hollis,
Fad Gadget,
Rapeman,
Trumans Water,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Toasters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Livin' Joy,
Tres Demented,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang of Four,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.