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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Masters at Work to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mo-Dettes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suicide,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Almond,
Kevin Saunderson,
Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Althea and Donna,
The Five Americans,
Surgeon,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warsaw,
Ituana,
Urselle,
LL Cool J,
Alton Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
CMW,
A Certain Ratio,
Joy Division,
The Young Rascals,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
Silicon Teens,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra,
Marine Girls,
Cluster,
Monolake,
the Bar-Kays,
Average White Band,
Al Stewart,
Pere Ubu,
Y Pants,
Anthony Braxton,
Can,
Scion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Count Five,
Sugar Minott,
Roxette,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
X-Ray Spex,
Grey Daturas,
Niagra,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacob Miller,
Black Bananas,
Roger Hodgson,
Crash Course in Science,
Mantronix,
Absolute Body Control,
Kayak,
Junior Murvin,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.