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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grunge 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Five Americans,
U.S. Maple,
The Zeros,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Count Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lucky Dragons,
Terry Callier,
DNA,
Thompson Twins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Loose Ends,
Angry Samoans,
The Kinks,
Ohio Players,
Kurtis Blow,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Erasure,
Popol Vuh,
Glenn Branca,
Barrington Levy,
Q and Not U,
Grey Daturas,
Pantaleimon,
Gabor Szabo,
The Flesh Eaters,
MDC,
Radio Birdman,
Faraquet,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter & Gordon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
CMW,
Dave Gahan,
Guru Guru,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Names,
Saccharine Trust,
The Golliwogs,
The Invisible,
Bluetip,
Pole,
Blake Baxter,
The Gories,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
Funky Four + One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rekid,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Model 500,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.