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 United States and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Drive Like Jehu to the jazz 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Fatback Band,
The Monochrome Set,
D'Angelo,
Altered Images,
Supertramp,
Cluster,
AZ,
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Massinfluence,
Donny Hathaway,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lyres,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suburban Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Susan Cadogan,
Morten Harket,
Dorothy Ashby,
Khruangbin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aswad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Howard Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bluetip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Swans,
Quantec,
Kerri Chandler,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantytec,
Agent Orange,
Theoretical Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Sneak,
Erasure,
Ponytail,
Dual Sessions,
the Association,
Loose Ends,
Peter and Kerry,
Ludus,
The Toasters,
Iggy Pop,
Mr. Review,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.