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 Belize and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Swell Maps to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faraquet,
Barry Ungar,
Charles Mingus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cybotron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visage,
Marine Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Martian,
Gang Green,
Slave,
EPMD,
Audionom,
Hoover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moss Icon,
Fad Gadget,
Half Japanese,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker,
Idris Muhammad,
Sparks,
Albert Ayler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bluetip,
The Black Dice,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James White and The Blacks,
Aloha Tigers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swell Maps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tears for Fears,
The Durutti Column,
The Smiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sam Rivers,
The Associates,
Stetsasonic,
Roxette,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.