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 Ivory Coast and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
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 linndrum 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 Camouflage to the disco 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Sonics,
Yazoo,
Peter & Gordon,
Smog,
Joy Division,
Underground Resistance,
Iggy Pop,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Popol Vuh,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stiv Bators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sister Nancy,
China Crisis,
The Gun Club,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visage,
Youth Brigade,
Newcleus,
Barbara Tucker,
The Skatalites,
The American Breed,
Excepter,
The Zeros,
Can,
Erykah Badu,
Saccharine Trust,
The Names,
The Cramps,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
R.M.O.,
Rekid,
Junior Murvin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scratch Acid,
The Young Rascals,
The Dead C,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
World's Most,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sällskapet,
Radiohead,
The Blues Magoos,
Funky Four + One,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Animal Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.