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 Benin and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Roxy Music to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Crooked Eye,
Lower 48,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Can,
Ultravox,
Bluetip,
Angry Samoans,
Danielle Patucci,
Duran Duran,
The Searchers,
ABBA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalann,
Black Bananas,
Eve St. Jones,
Henry Cow,
Faust,
La Düsseldorf,
F. McDonald,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Techniques,
John Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang of Four,
Sparks,
Tim Buckley,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vainqueur,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New York Dolls,
Funky Four + One,
The Evens,
Colin Newman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wire,
The Doors,
Brass Construction,
The Motions,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Swans,
Bad Manners,
World's Most,
Pantytec,
Ponytail,
Los Fastidios,
The New Christs,
Faraquet,
Bill Near,
Television,
Leonard Cohen,
Marmalade,
kango's stein massive,
Charles Mingus,
Suicide,
The Kinks,
the Slits,
Adolescents,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.