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 Ghana and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amon Düül II to the funk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Procol Harum,
Josef K,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
B.T. Express,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
The Neon Judgement,
Scion,
Man Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Stooges,
Joensuu 1685,
Anthony Braxton,
Blancmange,
Eurythmics,
The Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cure,
Deepchord,
Bob Dylan,
Tubeway Army,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Icehouse,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alton Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
In Retrospect,
Yellowson,
The Moody Blues,
Franke,
Cybotron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace,
Newcleus,
Suicide,
Cluster,
F. McDonald,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris & Cosey,
ABBA,
Index,
John Holt,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Audionom,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.