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 Accra.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Cal Tjader to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Invisible,
Skaos,
The Real Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
L. Decosne,
Japan,
Darondo,
Anthony Braxton,
H. Thieme,
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
DNA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yazoo,
Unrelated Segments,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Easy Going,
The Searchers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deepchord,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
UT,
Don Cherry,
Brand Nubian,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
Minutemen,
Dennis Brown,
La Düsseldorf,
Nik Kershaw,
Livin' Joy,
The Standells,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
Slave,
Au Pairs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ludus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Main Source,
Can,
The Cowsills,
Public Enemy,
Ice-T,
The Durutti Column,
Siglo XX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-101,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalann,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.