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 Kazakhstan and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 John Foxx to the electroclash 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marmalade,
The Techniques,
The Happenings,
Liliput,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra,
Supertramp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sugar Minott,
The Detroit Cobras,
Outsiders,
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Fraelich,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Last Poets,
Procol Harum,
Nik Kershaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Television,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Babytalk,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers,
Minor Threat,
Radio Birdman,
Television Personalities,
The Walker Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Lindisfarne,
Alice Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
UT,
Cheater Slicks,
Masters at Work,
Aaron Thompson,
L. Decosne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vainqueur,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Second Layer,
Faust,
The Gories,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.