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 Fiji 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Erasure,
X-Ray Spex,
LL Cool J,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tubeway Army,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pagans,
Livin' Joy,
John Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stockholm Monsters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yaz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shoche,
Lakeside,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance,
Michelle Simonal,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young,
Leonard Cohen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Index,
Technova,
Essential Logic,
Liliput,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flash Fearless,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Section 25,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
The Doors,
Steve Hackett,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heaven 17,
Cheater Slicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Leaves,
China Crisis,
Make Up,
Todd Rundgren,
Maleditus Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Roxy Music,
Goldenarms,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
Zapp,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dead C,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.