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 Saudi Arabia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MDC to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
June Days,
The Gories,
Altered Images,
Barry Ungar,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Al Stewart,
Desert Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Minnie Riperton,
Donald Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Mad Mike,
Cheater Slicks,
F. McDonald,
Pussy Galore,
Vainqueur,
Oblivians,
The Young Rascals,
The Fugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Colin Newman,
Drexciya,
The Walker Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
R.M.O.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Holt,
Sun City Girls,
The Skatalites,
Technova,
Crash Course in Science,
Tim Buckley,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Bananas,
JFA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Human League,
The United States of America,
The Sonics,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
Nirvana,
Moss Icon,
Basic Channel,
Mantronix,
Maurizio,
The Zeros,
Brand Nubian,
the Bar-Kays,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.