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 New Zealand and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ludus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
X-101,
KRS-One,
Moss Icon,
Masters at Work,
Guru Guru,
Roger Hodgson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pierre Henry,
Stereo Dub,
The Martian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Trumans Water,
Donald Byrd,
World's Most,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fear,
a-ha,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Skatalites,
48th St. Collective,
Funkadelic,
Underground Resistance,
Country Teasers,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Severed Heads,
Newcleus,
The Smiths,
Dave Gahan,
Audionom,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radio Birdman,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set,
Mars,
Lungfish,
Unwound,
Eurythmics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camouflage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Letta Mbulu,
The Velvet Underground,
the Swans,
Procol Harum,
Derrick Morgan,
Iggy Pop,
Black Bananas,
The Cowsills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Simply Red,
The Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grauzone,
Tears for Fears,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.