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 Kosovo and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Gian Franco Pienzio 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
FM Einheit,
Blake Baxter,
AZ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Rundgren,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Duran Duran,
Gong,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erasure,
MDC,
Darondo,
Kerri Chandler,
The American Breed,
Agitation Free,
Charles Mingus,
Siglo XX,
Wally Richardson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Human League,
Faraquet,
Pussy Galore,
Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Saccharine Trust,
Fluxion,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
Deakin,
cv313,
Alton Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pulsallama,
New York Dolls,
Livin' Joy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Tremeloes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sight & Sound,
John Lydon,
Cameo,
Altered Images,
The Stooges,
Index,
The Dirtbombs,
kango's stein massive,
Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Count Five,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cowsills,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.