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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Crime,
Pere Ubu,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
Mr. Review,
Zero Boys,
Grauzone,
Mars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Charles Mingus,
R.M.O.,
Maleditus Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Popol Vuh,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young,
Faust,
Gichy Dan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Albert Ayler,
Funky Four + One,
The Invisible,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Smooth,
Lakeside,
CMW,
The Leaves,
The Divine Comedy,
The Tremeloes,
The Dirtbombs,
Agent Orange,
The Moody Blues,
Althea and Donna,
Goldenarms,
Urselle,
David McCallum,
Shoche,
The New Christs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Lydon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Model 500,
Reuben Wilson,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Alphaville,
Robert Görl,
Alison Limerick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magazine,
Bill Near,
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slits,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.