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 Luxembourg and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the grunge 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Lower 48,
Mad Mike,
F. McDonald,
Bill Wells,
Boredoms,
The American Breed,
Wally Richardson,
Slick Rick,
Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wasted Youth,
B.T. Express,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sound,
K-Klass,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alison Limerick,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Enemy,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bluetip,
The Knickerbockers,
The Music Machine,
Nico,
Drexciya,
Malaria!,
Roger Hodgson,
The Vogues,
The Skatalites,
JFA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scion,
Aloha Tigers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doors,
Michelle Simonal,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül,
Stereo Dub,
kango's stein massive,
Dead Boys,
Soft Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Royal Trux,
Depeche Mode,
Harmonia,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy Collins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aaron Thompson,
Pylon,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.