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 Norway and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool Moe Dee,
E-Dancer,
Infiniti,
AZ,
Agent Orange,
ABC,
Prince Buster,
The Vogues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Procol Harum,
Popol Vuh,
Sällskapet,
Tomorrow,
Pole,
Tom Boy,
John Foxx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Intrusion,
MDC,
Bronski Beat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Walker Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Trumans Water,
Agitation Free,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rapeman,
The Detroit Cobras,
EPMD,
Visage,
The Remains,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
R.M.O.,
Smog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Jawbox,
Godley & Creme,
Harry Pussy,
Television,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Wells,
Quadrant,
Zapp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hashim,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dirtbombs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.