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 Togo 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Quadrant,
The Sound,
Audionom,
Arab on Radar,
John Holt,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brand Nubian,
Gabor Szabo,
Henry Cow,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerri Chandler,
Popol Vuh,
China Crisis,
Aaron Thompson,
Radio Birdman,
The Moleskins,
June Days,
Hashim,
Nik Kershaw,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Prince Buster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mad Mike,
Television,
Ponytail,
Trumans Water,
The Cure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Kayak,
Blake Baxter,
Sex Pistols,
Minutemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Massinfluence,
Jacob Miller,
Ituana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Pus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kas Product,
Cluster,
The Young Rascals,
Guru Guru,
Grauzone,
Fear,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
Masters at Work,
Mark Hollis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skriet,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.