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 Sri Lanka and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moss Icon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Cell,
The Move,
Buzzcocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Theoretical Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minny Pops,
Japan,
Derrick Morgan,
The J.B.'s,
Dual Sessions,
The Walker Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Crash Course in Science,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
Section 25,
Connie Case,
Cluster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Görl,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Supertramp,
Gichy Dan,
Ornette Coleman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grauzone,
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter,
Kayak,
The Moody Blues,
Negative Approach,
Ronan,
The Vogues,
David Axelrod,
Wolf Eyes,
This Heat,
Ice-T,
Simply Red,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Smooth,
ABC,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
The Toasters,
Lou Christie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Machine,
Cymande,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mummies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sight & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.