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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
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 Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tommy Roe to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Second Layer,
Magma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wasted Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABC,
La Düsseldorf,
D'Angelo,
Reagan Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pylon,
Bob Dylan,
Cecil Taylor,
Danielle Patucci,
The Young Rascals,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Animal Collective,
The Count Five,
Y Pants,
The Saints,
Neu!,
the Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nico,
Aswad,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Evens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Human League,
Pantaleimon,
The Moody Blues,
Gang of Four,
Chrome,
The Angels of Light,
The Cowsills,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
Los Fastidios,
R.M.O.,
Bill Near,
David Axelrod,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalann,
Agent Orange,
Cybotron,
X-101,
The Residents,
Amon Düül,
Organ,
June of 44,
Nirvana,
The Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
B.T. Express,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.