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 Tajikistan 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Quadrant to the dance 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ohio Players,
Ronan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T. Rex,
David Axelrod,
Pierre Henry,
The Evens,
Althea and Donna,
R.M.O.,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fuzztones,
The Mummies,
Negative Approach,
8 Eyed Spy,
MC5,
the Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Infiniti,
DNA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eurythmics,
Deadbeat,
Monolake,
Hot Snakes,
Half Japanese,
Metal Thangz,
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Y Pants,
Stereo Dub,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Normal,
Max Romeo,
Howard Jones,
Gang of Four,
Monks,
Alton Ellis,
The Standells,
Magazine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rekid,
The Invisible,
Deepchord,
Roxette,
John Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Glenn Branca,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oneida,
Pantaleimon,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.