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 Zimbabwe and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lucky Dragons to the rap 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Radiopuhelimet,
LL Cool J,
The Happenings,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liliput,
Lower 48,
The Standells,
Scion,
The Black Dice,
the Bar-Kays,
Model 500,
Aaron Thompson,
The Trojans,
The Velvet Underground,
Hashim,
The Birthday Party,
Alton Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
The Raincoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Duran Duran,
Rekid,
Isaac Hayes,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
R.M.O.,
Ultra Naté,
Joey Negro,
Bang On A Can,
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
Newcleus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pole,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gladiators,
Sister Nancy,
Flash Fearless,
The Index,
David McCallum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Von Mondo,
Deepchord,
Scientists,
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
The Evens,
Malaria!,
Minnie Riperton,
The Remains,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.