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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the electroclash 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pretty Things,
Ronnie Foster,
kango's stein massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
Adolescents,
Los Fastidios,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
AZ,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
Mark Hollis,
Erykah Badu,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brass Construction,
Hoover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bauhaus,
Eurythmics,
Michelle Simonal,
Faust,
Rites of Spring,
Con Funk Shun,
Neu!,
Nico,
Crime,
KRS-One,
The Fuzztones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wally Richardson,
E-Dancer,
Joy Division,
Urselle,
Toni Rubio,
the Human League,
The Dead C,
The Gun Club,
Little Man,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Sherman,
Blake Baxter,
Sex Pistols,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cecil Taylor,
Boz Scaggs,
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lakeside,
Prince Buster,
Delon & Dalcan,
EPMD,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slackers,
Arcadia,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.