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 Vietnam and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vladislav Delay to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Henry Cow,
Qualms,
Eden Ahbez,
Warren Ellis,
Pole,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Slave,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Theoretical Girls,
David Axelrod,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Yusef Lateef,
June Days,
The Gap Band,
Loose Ends,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
Radio Birdman,
Lakeside,
Surgeon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
Suicide,
Blossom Toes,
LL Cool J,
Arab on Radar,
CMW,
The Martian,
Mark Hollis,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dawn Penn,
The Buckinghams,
Connie Case,
MC5,
Magazine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Wells,
The Doors,
Nik Kershaw,
Lindisfarne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
Laurel Aitken,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.