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 Bolivia and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ten City to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Moody Blues,
Ornette Coleman,
The New Christs,
Suicide,
John Foxx,
Japan,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Wyatt,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aaron Thompson,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Intrusion,
Robert Hood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
Connie Case,
Janne Schatter,
Ponytail,
Duran Duran,
Oblivians,
ABBA,
Talk Talk,
DNA,
Mission of Burma,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Max Romeo,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
This Heat,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Style,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Christie,
Slave,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monolake,
Adolescents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Silicon Teens,
Khruangbin,
Mr. Review,
Visage,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sixth Finger,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.