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 Japan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Oblivians,
Camouflage,
Angry Samoans,
The Tremeloes,
Agitation Free,
Flamin' Groovies,
Half Japanese,
Erykah Badu,
Steve Hackett,
Colin Newman,
John Lydon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joy Division,
La Düsseldorf,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fall,
Dave Gahan,
The Offenders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rod Modell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skaos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Technova,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hashim,
The Blackbyrds,
U.S. Maple,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül,
The Gladiators,
Drexciya,
Schoolly D,
Alphaville,
Absolute Body Control,
Erasure,
Jawbox,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
PIL,
Subhumans,
The Martian,
The Star Department,
Jandek,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sparks,
Zero Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Womack,
Average White Band,
Ponytail,
Altered Images,
Andrew Hill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.