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 Liechtenstein and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 the Human League to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
Janne Schatter,
Blake Baxter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
Boogie Down Productions,
The American Breed,
Parry Music,
Jacob Miller,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moleskins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Simply Red,
Motorama,
Hot Snakes,
John Holt,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
Arcadia,
The Pop Group,
The Fuzztones,
Agitation Free,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Görl,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tommy Roe,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Porter Ricks,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul II Soul,
Tears for Fears,
KRS-One,
Lungfish,
Alphaville,
Mantronix,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monolake,
Mad Mike,
Eddi Front,
Adolescents,
Sällskapet,
Glenn Branca,
cv313,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Kinks,
Zapp,
Metal Thangz,
kango's stein massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quadrant,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.