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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Circle Jerks to the grunge 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pretty Things,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
The Raincoats,
Simply Red,
Ludus,
Rekid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Panda Bear,
Pantaleimon,
The Saints,
The Golliwogs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rufus Thomas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Rod Modell,
Organ,
Mission of Burma,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott Heron,
F. McDonald,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gories,
Scientists,
Prince Buster,
Colin Newman,
The Offenders,
Motorama,
Lower 48,
The Fortunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Negative Approach,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reagan Youth,
Agitation Free,
Oneida,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Slave,
the Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T. Rex,
The Star Department,
Skarface,
Idris Muhammad,
Outsiders,
Brothers Johnson,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.