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 Djibouti and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Bronski Beat to the disco 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Donald Byrd,
the Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Grey Daturas,
Gong,
Junior Murvin,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The American Breed,
Panda Bear,
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
Mad Mike,
Young Marble Giants,
The Music Machine,
Goldenarms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
Altered Images,
Stockholm Monsters,
Letta Mbulu,
Fluxion,
ABC,
Iggy Pop,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pole,
Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
Arcadia,
Pierre Henry,
The Red Krayola,
The Martian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Metal Thangz,
Joensuu 1685,
Funky Four + One,
Youth Brigade,
The Sonics,
AZ,
Ponytail,
Judy Mowatt,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions,
The Cramps,
Flipper,
Robert Wyatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boredoms,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.