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 Georgia and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
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 oboe 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 Boogie Down Productions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers 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?
Easy Going,
Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Toasters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deakin,
Sight & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Scratch Acid,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mummies,
Pantytec,
Los Fastidios,
Joy Division,
Wasted Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Malaria!,
Joey Negro,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
10cc,
Dorothy Ashby,
L. Decosne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magma,
Oneida,
The Busters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erykah Badu,
Wolf Eyes,
Pierre Henry,
Peter & Gordon,
AZ,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
Silicon Teens,
the Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Minny Pops,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dead Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Fraelich,
New Age Steppers,
Cymande,
The Fuzztones,
The Pop Group,
Deepchord,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABBA,
the Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Steve Hackett,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Television,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Wells,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.