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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Mo-Dettes,
Al Stewart,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Index,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Womack,
DNA,
Pierre Henry,
The Kinks,
June of 44,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Leaves,
EPMD,
Yaz,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faraquet,
Yazoo,
Tres Demented,
Lower 48,
The Birthday Party,
Jawbox,
Lyres,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boredoms,
Shoche,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Cameo,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Amazonics,
Arab on Radar,
The Searchers,
The Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Derrick May,
Saccharine Trust,
Moby Grape,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wally Richardson,
The Trojans,
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
48th St. Collective,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.