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 Djibouti and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Five Americans to the rap 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Smoke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-102,
The Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Deadbeat,
The Motions,
Matthew Halsall,
The Standells,
The Names,
Khruangbin,
Duran Duran,
Bill Wells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stiv Bators,
Pole,
The Residents,
K-Klass,
Crooked Eye,
Altered Images,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ice-T,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cramps,
ABC,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faraquet,
Quantec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moody Blues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barbara Tucker,
The Victims,
Jacob Miller,
Nico,
Josef K,
The Moleskins,
Wasted Youth,
Al Stewart,
Groovy Waters,
Technova,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
UT,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lindisfarne,
Sonic Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Slave,
Aloha Tigers,
Absolute Body Control,
Funky Four + One,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.