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 Somalia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The Detroit Cobras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Soft Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fatback Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drexciya,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Henry Cow,
Connie Case,
Bill Wells,
Toni Rubio,
Supertramp,
E-Dancer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sixth Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arcadia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry's Kids,
The Invisible,
Inner City,
Delta 5,
Fat Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jandek,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
Rosa Yemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deadbeat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sound Behaviour,
Chrome,
Moebius,
Eddi Front,
Yaz,
The Blackbyrds,
Barbara Tucker,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Ten City,
Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Faust,
Au Pairs,
Michelle Simonal,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.