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 United States and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the techno 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Depeche Mode,
The Wake,
LL Cool J,
Faust,
Maleditus Sound,
The Residents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Mills,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Minnie Riperton,
Bad Manners,
Nirvana,
Todd Rundgren,
Gastr Del Sol,
a-ha,
Derrick May,
Negative Approach,
Niagra,
Pierre Henry,
The Five Americans,
The Selecter,
Liliput,
Panda Bear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Al Stewart,
The Searchers,
ABC,
DNA,
Johnny Clarke,
Monolake,
Infiniti,
Ossler,
the Association,
The Dirtbombs,
Urselle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gories,
PIL,
Stereo Dub,
Archie Shepp,
Angry Samoans,
Inner City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxette,
Underground Resistance,
Blake Baxter,
Ituana,
Danielle Patucci,
Blancmange,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.