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 Belize and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Silicon Teens to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bronski Beat,
Roger Hodgson,
the Slits,
Josef K,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aswad,
Chris Corsano,
Toni Rubio,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Charles Mingus,
One Last Wish,
Lakeside,
Mark Hollis,
Eurythmics,
Aaron Thompson,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Image Ltd.,
H. Thieme,
Gichy Dan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
The Monochrome Set,
Brick,
Basic Channel,
Agent Orange,
Half Japanese,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
Chris & Cosey,
Procol Harum,
Crooked Eye,
Barry Ungar,
Skaos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
The Smoke,
Dave Gahan,
The Moody Blues,
R.M.O.,
The American Breed,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker,
Joensuu 1685,
The Red Krayola,
Pierre Henry,
The Misunderstood,
T.S.O.L.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Searchers,
The Knickerbockers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Icehouse,
OOIOO,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.