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 Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Metal Thangz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker,
The Star Department,
Magazine,
Marc Almond,
Todd Rundgren,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slits,
The Raincoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Smog,
The Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Dolphy,
Maleditus Sound,
Slick Rick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rosa Yemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lungfish,
Rapeman,
The Trojans,
Excepter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
Alphaville,
The Doors,
Wasted Youth,
Altered Images,
Lou Christie,
FM Einheit,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funky Four + One,
Absolute Body Control,
The J.B.'s,
K-Klass,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-102,
UT,
The Cowsills,
The Names,
Scion,
The Fugs,
The Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
PIL,
Faraquet,
Donald Byrd,
Yazoo,
The Beau Brummels,
Funkadelic,
Rod Modell,
Alison Limerick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.