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 Brazil and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minnie Riperton to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Funkadelic,
Main Source,
Model 500,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cal Tjader,
The Busters,
Ludus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Essential Logic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lungfish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
48th St. Collective,
Arcadia,
The Remains,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantytec,
Niagra,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
Smog,
Eli Mardock,
Franke,
Harmonia,
Nas,
Fugazi,
FM Einheit,
H. Thieme,
Gabor Szabo,
Technova,
Shoche,
F. McDonald,
Slave,
Cluster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Henry Cow,
Television Personalities,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Trumans Water,
Harry Pussy,
Dennis Brown,
Los Fastidios,
Ohio Players,
Carl Craig,
Subhumans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Talk Talk,
The Mojo Men,
Isaac Hayes,
The Shadows of Knight,
UT,
Quantec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Halsall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faraquet,
Sugar Minott,
The Move,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.