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 South Africa and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Technova to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Sister Nancy,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Bill Wells,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
Ten City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echospace,
Das Ding,
Black Pus,
Altered Images,
L. Decosne,
China Crisis,
Sight & Sound,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blake Baxter,
Toni Rubio,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
K-Klass,
the Association,
Matthew Bourne,
Mad Mike,
Rosa Yemen,
Nirvana,
Henry Cow,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül,
Magazine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Remains,
The Velvet Underground,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Sparks,
Morten Harket,
The Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
Quantec,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deadbeat,
Minnie Riperton,
Underground Resistance,
Lindisfarne,
Qualms,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.