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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 Judy Mowatt to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Dirtbombs,
Cluster,
Circle Jerks,
Yellowson,
The Saints,
The Beau Brummels,
The Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Skriet,
Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grey Daturas,
K-Klass,
June Days,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Wyatt,
Simply Red,
The Stooges,
Grauzone,
John Cale,
The Vogues,
Theoretical Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Subhumans,
These Immortal Souls,
The Red Krayola,
Cecil Taylor,
Gichy Dan,
Suicide,
Pierre Henry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barry Ungar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skarface,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra,
Young Marble Giants,
R.M.O.,
The Fuzztones,
Camberwell Now,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
ABBA,
The Kinks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aswad,
Scion,
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Trojans,
Lightning Bolt,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül II,
The Move,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.