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 South Africa and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Subhumans to the disco 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Jerry's Kids,
The Raincoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Certain Ratio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Vogues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cramps,
Henry Cow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Y Pants,
Judy Mowatt,
The Red Krayola,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terry Callier,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Easy Going,
The Smiths,
Derrick May,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Sheep,
T. Rex,
F. McDonald,
Fear,
Japan,
Heaven 17,
Wolf Eyes,
Angry Samoans,
Depeche Mode,
Aloha Tigers,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department,
Barry Ungar,
Charles Mingus,
June Days,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lower 48,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ludus,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.