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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
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 Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rock 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kurtis Blow,
Interpol,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sex Pistols,
the Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
Minutemen,
Lyres,
Wings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Neon Judgement,
Aural Exciters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
Brothers Johnson,
The Durutti Column,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Hill,
Mandrill,
Kerri Chandler,
Suburban Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yazoo,
Shoche,
Slave,
Crispian St. Peters,
Darondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Groovy Waters,
Basic Channel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thompson Twins,
Blancmange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deakin,
Pantaleimon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Newcleus,
R.M.O.,
Morten Harket,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
Scrapy,
Prince Buster,
Procol Harum,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fuzztones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
Dual Sessions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Banda Bassotti,
PIL,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.