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 Uzbekistan and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chris & Cosey to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
Isaac Hayes,
Ponytail,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
the Association,
Sarah Menescal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blancmange,
The Move,
David McCallum,
Chris Corsano,
Organ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television Personalities,
These Immortal Souls,
Janne Schatter,
The Velvet Underground,
Kas Product,
Mandrill,
Brick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
The Stooges,
Minor Threat,
H. Thieme,
Reagan Youth,
X-101,
Henry Cow,
Eric Dolphy,
The Misunderstood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gabor Szabo,
Silicon Teens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Piero Umiliani,
New Age Steppers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Sherman,
Supertramp,
Marc Almond,
Metal Thangz,
The Angels of Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doors,
Smog,
Tubeway Army,
The Pop Group,
Bang On A Can,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.