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 Italy and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
John Lydon,
Cameo,
Newcleus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Wyatt,
EPMD,
FM Einheit,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Massinfluence,
Steve Hackett,
Pierre Henry,
Pylon,
The Associates,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moleskins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erykah Badu,
The Count Five,
Surgeon,
Jeru the Damaja,
B.T. Express,
Heaven 17,
Boz Scaggs,
Colin Newman,
MC5,
Stereo Dub,
The Cramps,
Eddi Front,
Scion,
Hot Snakes,
Arab on Radar,
Negative Approach,
Mo-Dettes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Iggy Pop,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-101,
Adolescents,
Magma,
The Smiths,
Tommy Roe,
Prince Buster,
Sound Behaviour,
The Knickerbockers,
June of 44,
CMW,
The Music Machine,
Subhumans,
AZ,
Bush Tetras,
Masters at Work,
Ten City,
The Residents,
Lou Christie,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.