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 Tanzania 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Index to the grunge 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Symarip,
Kerri Chandler,
Brass Construction,
Minnie Riperton,
Saccharine Trust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Y Pants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q65,
Ossler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soulsonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faust,
Alice Coltrane,
Scrapy,
The Angels of Light,
Agent Orange,
Loose Ends,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
Deepchord,
The Smiths,
The Remains,
Accadde A,
Urselle,
Sam Rivers,
Thee Headcoats,
Darondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Brothers Johnson,
Nils Olav,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kas Product,
The Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slave,
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magazine,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
Newcleus,
Chris Corsano,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.