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 Iran 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stiv Bators to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The New Christs,
Ten City,
Guru Guru,
Roxy Music,
Pere Ubu,
The Divine Comedy,
Popol Vuh,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quantec,
Chrome,
Young Marble Giants,
KRS-One,
Das Ding,
Depeche Mode,
The Move,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Goldenarms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marine Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Spoonie Gee,
Fad Gadget,
The Index,
Infiniti,
David Axelrod,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lakeside,
Mantronix,
Barbara Tucker,
Urselle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ken Boothe,
Agitation Free,
Dave Gahan,
The Tremeloes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scientists,
Junior Murvin,
Delta 5,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sister Nancy,
Alison Limerick,
The Wake,
LL Cool J,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Leonard Cohen,
Sound Behaviour,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brand Nubian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ludus,
Talk Talk,
Fela Kuti,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.