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 El Salvador and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Radio Birdman to the disco 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Happenings,
Joe Smooth,
Animal Collective,
John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Nick Fraelich,
Amazonics,
The Wake,
The Remains,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
The Names,
the Association,
Piero Umiliani,
Isaac Hayes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Buzzcocks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-Ray Spex,
The Knickerbockers,
Joyce Sims,
David Bowie,
Agent Orange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Trumans Water,
The Alarm Clocks,
Franke,
Colin Newman,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Skatalites,
Soft Cell,
Television,
Pantaleimon,
Anakelly,
Bill Near,
Country Teasers,
Simply Red,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe,
Rites of Spring,
Ponytail,
Livin' Joy,
Funky Four + One,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monks,
Alton Ellis,
John Foxx,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
Niagra,
Deepchord,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül II,
Toni Rubio,
FM Einheit,
LL Cool J,
Jerry's Kids,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.