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 Tajikistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zero Boys,
June of 44,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Tremeloes,
The Martian,
Crime,
The Young Rascals,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kas Product,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gap Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shuggie Otis,
This Heat,
The Seeds,
Cybotron,
Altered Images,
Severed Heads,
Metal Thangz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantytec,
Deadbeat,
Newcleus,
Roxy Music,
In Retrospect,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
Minnie Riperton,
Index,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Axelrod,
Warsaw,
Cluster,
Eve St. Jones,
Carl Craig,
The Remains,
Gichy Dan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks,
The Count Five,
Arthur Verocai,
the Bar-Kays,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blancmange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.