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 Lebanon and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Severed Heads to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter and Kerry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pop Group,
B.T. Express,
Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Livin' Joy,
Q and Not U,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
Supertramp,
Sandy B,
Mark Hollis,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cal Tjader,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donny Hathaway,
Organ,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mummies,
The Invisible,
Ossler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brothers Johnson,
Davy DMX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Qualms,
Arthur Verocai,
Main Source,
Rotary Connection,
Liliput,
New Age Steppers,
Agitation Free,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hoover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantaleimon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dark Day,
Accadde A,
Eric Dolphy,
Joy Division,
Letta Mbulu,
New Order,
Ten City,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.