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 South Africa and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Angels of Light to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Dark Day,
Tres Demented,
The Music Machine,
Slick Rick,
Icehouse,
Sound Behaviour,
Scratch Acid,
Young Marble Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blake Baxter,
The Walker Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faraquet,
Tubeway Army,
Donald Byrd,
June of 44,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mary Jane Girls,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
The Barracudas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marcia Griffiths,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments,
Audionom,
Bauhaus,
Sparks,
Juan Atkins,
Al Stewart,
Make Up,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skaos,
Alison Limerick,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy Collins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bush Tetras,
The Grass Roots,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Trojans,
John Holt,
Neil Young,
Circle Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Dead Boys,
The Real Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ken Boothe,
The Searchers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lungfish,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.