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 Samoa and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Kayak,
Lakeside,
Blancmange,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
Minny Pops,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sister Nancy,
Erykah Badu,
Au Pairs,
Gong,
Faust,
Neil Young,
Andrew Hill,
The Gap Band,
Steve Hackett,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boz Scaggs,
DNA,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bush Tetras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Essential Logic,
The Star Department,
The Mojo Men,
Flash Fearless,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
Youth Brigade,
Scrapy,
New Order,
Danielle Patucci,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxette,
Black Bananas,
Magazine,
Suburban Knight,
Ronan,
Sugar Minott,
Piero Umiliani,
Stereo Dub,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacques Brel,
H. Thieme,
ABC,
The Music Machine,
Bauhaus,
Make Up,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.