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 Niger and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Halsall,
Sound Behaviour,
ABC,
Blancmange,
Mars,
Fela Kuti,
The Black Dice,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rod Modell,
Flash Fearless,
John Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Lakeside,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare,
The Offenders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Beau Brummels,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
Cameo,
Infiniti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythm & Sound,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
Depeche Mode,
Pagans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ituana,
The Move,
Von Mondo,
Fad Gadget,
H. Thieme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
Faust,
Hot Snakes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Soft Cell,
The Litter,
Althea and Donna,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
Banda Bassotti,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Albert Ayler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Make Up,
Echospace,
Motorama,
Nick Fraelich,
Freddie Wadling,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.