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 Hungary and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the dance 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
The Stooges,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Model 500,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABBA,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
Trumans Water,
the Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Colin Newman,
Suicide,
the Germs,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Soulsonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quantec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen,
Underground Resistance,
Peter & Gordon,
Mad Mike,
the Association,
Minor Threat,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Machine,
Animal Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Outsiders,
Nirvana,
Jacob Miller,
The Modern Lovers,
The Kinks,
La Düsseldorf,
Popol Vuh,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
In Retrospect,
Drexciya,
The Tremeloes,
Moss Icon,
Minnie Riperton,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rapeman,
Kayak,
Wolf Eyes,
Ossler,
10cc,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.