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 Sierra Leone and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Average White Band to the grunge 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Mission of Burma,
the Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Negative Approach,
Ossler,
Bob Dylan,
John Lydon,
Hardrive,
Marvin Gaye,
Gabor Szabo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Los Fastidios,
Boz Scaggs,
Lindisfarne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dead C,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shuggie Otis,
The Beau Brummels,
Section 25,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Hood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
E-Dancer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Mantronix,
Mad Mike,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
Pantaleimon,
The Selecter,
JFA,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
the Germs,
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy Collins,
Index,
Eric Copeland,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angry Samoans,
Excepter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Names,
Scan 7,
Dave Gahan,
The Monochrome Set,
Cheater Slicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
Glenn Branca,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.