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 Czech Republic and from Mexico City.
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 Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Zero Boys to the punk 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Five Americans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
T.S.O.L.,
A Certain Ratio,
PIL,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Hill,
Bauhaus,
Underground Resistance,
Soul II Soul,
The Real Kids,
JFA,
Panda Bear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Khruangbin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unwound,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sound,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
World's Most,
Eric Copeland,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dave Gahan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Laurel Aitken,
Graham Central Station,
Fela Kuti,
Dead Boys,
Ultravox,
Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Grauzone,
The Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Normal,
Sound Behaviour,
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Sherman,
CMW,
Piero Umiliani,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
Das Ding,
Angry Samoans,
Ronan,
The Cure,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
Main Source,
Nick Fraelich,
The Wake,
The Litter,
China Crisis,
Desert Stars,
Simply Red,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.