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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Brick to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerrie Biddell,
JFA,
Bill Wells,
The Durutti Column,
Porter Ricks,
One Last Wish,
The Barracudas,
The Divine Comedy,
Magazine,
The Saints,
Q65,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
H. Thieme,
Cameo,
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magma,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Mantronix,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blancmange,
Subhumans,
Cal Tjader,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lakeside,
Cymande,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker,
Simply Red,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June Days,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlback,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oneida,
The Knickerbockers,
Kas Product,
Roxy Music,
Visage,
Warsaw,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Wyatt,
The Fortunes,
John Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crooked Eye,
Zero Boys,
Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.