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 Barbados and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the electroclash 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skarface,
The Zeros,
The Fugs,
Mission of Burma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stetsasonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Crooked Eye,
Colin Newman,
Barbara Tucker,
The New Christs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Slits,
Eddi Front,
David Axelrod,
Spandau Ballet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faraquet,
Accadde A,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Althea and Donna,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crime,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Starr,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiohead,
Nico,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Leonard Cohen,
Half Japanese,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Womack,
Joey Negro,
Jacques Brel,
Bluetip,
Dark Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dave Clark Five,
UT,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Black Moon,
Wally Richardson,
Brick,
Rod Modell,
Nas,
Bronski Beat,
Ten City,
Visage,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.