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 Monaco and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Ten City,
Robert Wyatt,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bush Tetras,
The Gap Band,
a-ha,
Bill Wells,
The Count Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aswad,
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Gichy Dan,
Hardrive,
Unwound,
Stetsasonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Niagra,
B.T. Express,
Tim Buckley,
The Cure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kurtis Blow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
Eric Copeland,
Dead Boys,
Dual Sessions,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Star Department,
Swans,
The Busters,
Pole,
Erasure,
Amon Düül II,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fall,
Pantaleimon,
The Gun Club,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ponytail,
Steve Hackett,
Terry Callier,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barclay James Harvest,
AZ,
Intrusion,
The Grass Roots,
The Stooges,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.