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 Dominica and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Misunderstood to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Make Up,
The Kinks,
One Last Wish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantytec,
Don Cherry,
Delta 5,
Warren Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T. Rex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
Nick Fraelich,
Mary Jane Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Bauhaus,
The Standells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
The Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacques Brel,
Alton Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Ohio Players,
Swell Maps,
Simply Red,
Liliput,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Babytalk,
Crooked Eye,
Kaleidoscope,
Massinfluence,
Fugazi,
Guru Guru,
The Gories,
Technova,
Scan 7,
New Order,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mantronix,
Oneida,
Colin Newman,
Dual Sessions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Green,
The Doors,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ituana,
Royal Trux,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.