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 Austria 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Robert Palmer 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 Audionom to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders,
Au Pairs,
The Slackers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Black Dice,
Kool Moe Dee,
EPMD,
Goldenarms,
The Sonics,
Yazoo,
Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerri Chandler,
Scion,
Sonic Youth,
World's Most,
D'Angelo,
Moebius,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
Cybotron,
Girls At Our Best!,
The United States of America,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tommy Roe,
Theoretical Girls,
Section 25,
Kurtis Blow,
A Certain Ratio,
kango's stein massive,
Kayak,
Sparks,
Bronski Beat,
John Coltrane,
This Heat,
Niagra,
Soul II Soul,
The Martian,
The Motions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Near,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yusef Lateef,
Nils Olav,
a-ha,
The Neon Judgement,
Boz Scaggs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.