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 Nepal 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aural Exciters to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Barry Ungar,
The Moody Blues,
Technova,
Bluetip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unwound,
Laurel Aitken,
Ponytail,
Radiopuhelimet,
Morten Harket,
Pole,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Five Americans,
10cc,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Sherman,
The Divine Comedy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
One Last Wish,
Michelle Simonal,
Skarface,
Bauhaus,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Sheep,
Letta Mbulu,
Faust,
Kurtis Blow,
David Bowie,
K-Klass,
The American Breed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dirtbombs,
Minutemen,
Section 25,
Sun Ra,
The Pretty Things,
Nirvana,
Los Fastidios,
Parry Music,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
The Durutti Column,
F. McDonald,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacques Brel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eddi Front,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young,
Porter Ricks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Hill,
R.M.O.,
Wire,
Kerrie Biddell,
June Days,
Nik Kershaw,
Flash Fearless,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.