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 Gabon and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 June Days to the disco 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacques Brel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MC5,
Terry Callier,
Tim Buckley,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
Lalann,
The Searchers,
Kas Product,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fuzztones,
Adolescents,
The Red Krayola,
Yazoo,
Faust,
Jawbox,
Smog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Connie Case,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rapeman,
Steve Hackett,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quantec,
Maleditus Sound,
The Victims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Golliwogs,
Danielle Patucci,
The Velvet Underground,
Au Pairs,
Sparks,
B.T. Express,
Boredoms,
John Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Vainqueur,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Model 500,
New Age Steppers,
The Techniques,
Surgeon,
DNA,
Pagans,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Halsall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Janne Schatter,
Public Enemy,
The Monks,
Mantronix,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.