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 Tuvalu and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
the Human League,
Mr. Review,
Intrusion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Accadde A,
The Gories,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bush Tetras,
Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liliput,
Camouflage,
Anakelly,
Fat Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiohead,
Parry Music,
Gang Green,
Stiv Bators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Average White Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Almond,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warsaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
Quantec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mandrill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brick,
the Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
Zero Boys,
Bill Wells,
Donny Hathaway,
Au Pairs,
Ludus,
Con Funk Shun,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hashim,
Metal Thangz,
June of 44,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Don Cherry,
Shuggie Otis,
Buzzcocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.