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 Kiribati and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Henry Cow to the techno 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Amazonics,
KRS-One,
The Five Americans,
The Barracudas,
Peter & Gordon,
The Durutti Column,
Boz Scaggs,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moebius,
Jacques Brel,
Unwound,
Clear Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Motions,
K-Klass,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yazoo,
Hasil Adkins,
Sandy B,
Mantronix,
Rosa Yemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tres Demented,
Lungfish,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Copeland,
Fugazi,
Bobby Womack,
The Modern Lovers,
X-Ray Spex,
Erykah Badu,
The Velvet Underground,
John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
The Wake,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
Soft Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Toni Rubio,
Fatback Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker,
Zero Boys,
New Order,
The Gap Band,
Brand Nubian,
Subhumans,
Technova,
Whodini,
Ronan,
Terry Callier,
Judy Mowatt,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.