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 Philippines and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warren Ellis to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Archie Shepp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
Arab on Radar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Technova,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pole,
Animal Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MDC,
FM Einheit,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
Robert Görl,
Silicon Teens,
Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Nils Olav,
Danielle Patucci,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Near,
The Invisible,
The Saints,
Amazonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Laurel Aitken,
Crooked Eye,
Sun City Girls,
The Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
The Toasters,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
Albert Ayler,
PIL,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Style,
Lyres,
Lou Reed,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faraquet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.