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 Zimbabwe and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yellowson to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Malaria!,
Kas Product,
Sarah Menescal,
Quadrant,
Lyres,
Mission of Burma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
Eurythmics,
Minny Pops,
The Pop Group,
The Angels of Light,
Black Pus,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
PIL,
Youth Brigade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Henry Cow,
Stereo Dub,
John Holt,
John Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Make Up,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Womack,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Hashim,
Fela Kuti,
New York Dolls,
Agitation Free,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Byrd,
The Motions,
Darondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ossler,
Prince Buster,
Alice Coltrane,
Gong,
Boz Scaggs,
The Flesh Eaters,
a-ha,
Arcadia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Con Funk Shun,
Drexciya,
Outsiders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.