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 Iran and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Qualms to the techno 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Severed Heads,
Sixth Finger,
Glenn Branca,
The Saints,
Skarface,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nirvana,
Nils Olav,
Aural Exciters,
The Slackers,
Average White Band,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eli Mardock,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Soulsonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Lower 48,
Barbara Tucker,
Agent Orange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Leonard Cohen,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Terry,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Red Krayola,
The Busters,
Robert Hood,
The Gun Club,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers,
Au Pairs,
Hardrive,
Brass Construction,
The Pretty Things,
Toni Rubio,
James White and The Blacks,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül,
Anthony Braxton,
Duran Duran,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moebius,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Letta Mbulu,
The Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Popol Vuh,
Fat Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.