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 Laos and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 New Age Steppers to the electroclash 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cramps,
Ken Boothe,
John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Deadbeat,
Symarip,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harmonia,
Ronan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boogie Down Productions,
Guru Guru,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marmalade,
The Wake,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül II,
Main Source,
the Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiohead,
Sun City Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick Morgan,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
Fatback Band,
Excepter,
Wolf Eyes,
The Offenders,
Urselle,
The Misunderstood,
China Crisis,
The Doors,
Jacob Miller,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sixth Finger,
Patti Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Q65,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Style,
Prince Buster,
T. Rex,
Minnie Riperton,
Lower 48,
Yaz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alice Coltrane,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.