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 the UAE 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Holt to the jazz 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Byron Stingily,
Sex Pistols,
Franke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eurythmics,
Oneida,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soulsonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Black Flag,
Bluetip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Christie,
Eddi Front,
Charles Mingus,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Patti Smith,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris & Cosey,
Boredoms,
The Fall,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Golliwogs,
Monks,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
Althea and Donna,
CMW,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donald Byrd,
The Vogues,
The Selecter,
Oblivians,
Severed Heads,
Talk Talk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Adolescents,
Von Mondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Rotary Connection,
The Leaves,
Brass Construction,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerrie Biddell,
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.