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 China and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flash Fearless to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Quadrant,
Cal Tjader,
Yazoo,
Blossom Toes,
Ronan,
The Slits,
The Saints,
Yellowson,
Albert Ayler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Standells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
The Birthday Party,
F. McDonald,
Monolake,
Organ,
Ultra Naté,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül II,
Henry Cow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skarface,
PIL,
The Leaves,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Motorama,
The Fall,
Absolute Body Control,
Lakeside,
R.M.O.,
Donald Byrd,
Black Flag,
Spoonie Gee,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moleskins,
Grey Daturas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Germs,
Procol Harum,
Negative Approach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantaleimon,
Interpol,
the Normal,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
World's Most,
The Zeros,
Pagans,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.