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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Walker Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Liliput,
the Swans,
Masters at Work,
New York Dolls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Toasters,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
L. Decosne,
Tears for Fears,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Style,
Fluxion,
The Invisible,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swell Maps,
Smog,
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mantronix,
Banda Bassotti,
New Order,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
Whodini,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mad Mike,
John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Lightning Bolt,
Ossler,
Chrome,
Public Enemy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young,
Bizarre Inc.,
JFA,
Jeff Mills,
Tom Boy,
Nick Fraelich,
Skriet,
Depeche Mode,
John Foxx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warren Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Second Layer,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.