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 Turkey and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Massinfluence 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Stooges,
Scion,
Joe Smooth,
The Toasters,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
The Fugs,
John Lydon,
Ponytail,
Sarah Menescal,
Duran Duran,
Kurtis Blow,
Surgeon,
The Remains,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tubeway Army,
Lightning Bolt,
Flash Fearless,
U.S. Maple,
This Heat,
Excepter,
Bobby Womack,
Hot Snakes,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris Corsano,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Outsiders,
Inner City,
The Index,
EPMD,
Robert Görl,
Moss Icon,
Lou Christie,
Lalann,
Man Eating Sloth,
Popol Vuh,
Adolescents,
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T.S.O.L.,
The Move,
Connie Case,
Wings,
Bootsy Collins,
Sparks,
Pulsallama,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pop Group,
Blancmange,
The Associates,
Q and Not U,
The Last Poets,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.