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 Belize 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Agitation Free to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway 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?
Skriet,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
The Busters,
Skarface,
Das Ding,
Heaven 17,
Joe Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Foxx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quadrant,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cure,
Mars,
The Monochrome Set,
Supertramp,
Hardrive,
Sarah Menescal,
Reagan Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed,
The Fall,
The Vogues,
Andrew Hill,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
Albert Ayler,
Dead Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultravox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
AZ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donny Hathaway,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates,
A Flock of Seagulls,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter and Kerry,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis,
Spandau Ballet,
Suburban Knight,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
Scientists,
Soulsonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantytec,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.