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 Tanzania and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Joensuu 1685 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
X-102,
The Cowsills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smiths,
Television,
Basic Channel,
Pylon,
Robert Görl,
Aswad,
Joensuu 1685,
Underground Resistance,
New Age Steppers,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Misunderstood,
Marvin Gaye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tim Buckley,
Main Source,
The Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David McCallum,
Soulsonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
The Move,
Amon Düül II,
Sonny Sharrock,
Toni Rubio,
Eurythmics,
Connie Case,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s,
The Cure,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
Eric Copeland,
Vladislav Delay,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Barracudas,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
The Beau Brummels,
The Skatalites,
Loose Ends,
Dual Sessions,
Al Stewart,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.