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 Guatemala and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monks to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare,
Iggy Pop,
AZ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
Joy Division,
Sex Pistols,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fatback Band,
Mantronix,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
This Heat,
Derrick May,
X-Ray Spex,
Excepter,
The Vogues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers,
Wally Richardson,
Toni Rubio,
Heaven 17,
Fluxion,
David Bowie,
T.S.O.L.,
Ituana,
U.S. Maple,
Franke,
Urselle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Rundgren,
Eden Ahbez,
The Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stereo Dub,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pagans,
The Moody Blues,
Ossler,
Pantytec,
New York Dolls,
The United States of America,
Janne Schatter,
China Crisis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry's Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.