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 Liechtenstein and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
CMW,
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Cale,
Skarface,
Buzzcocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Neu!,
D'Angelo,
Flipper,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
Half Japanese,
The Blues Magoos,
Interpol,
Eric Dolphy,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Sam Rivers,
The Toasters,
Delta 5,
Ossler,
Hashim,
The Smoke,
Sparks,
The Wake,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pop Group,
Agent Orange,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
Eden Ahbez,
Sällskapet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agitation Free,
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sixth Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Pus,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Litter,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Evens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.