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 Bangladesh and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül II to the punk 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Real Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mark Hollis,
The United States of America,
Intrusion,
David Axelrod,
Jandek,
Cluster,
X-102,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bush Tetras,
Altered Images,
Das Ding,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxette,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Los Fastidios,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Offenders,
Metal Thangz,
Colin Newman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Idris Muhammad,
Marine Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Drexciya,
The Red Krayola,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jawbox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magma,
Hardrive,
B.T. Express,
Lou Christie,
R.M.O.,
Susan Cadogan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Barracudas,
The Skatalites,
Niagra,
FM Einheit,
Reagan Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-Ray Spex,
Lungfish,
Mantronix,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Moon,
Symarip,
Loose Ends,
Bluetip,
Wally Richardson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pagans,
Ten City,
Q and Not U,
Peter & Gordon,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.