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 Uzbekistan and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Man Eating Sloth to the jazz 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Metal Thangz,
Ronnie Foster,
Das Ding,
Faraquet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Toasters,
Gang of Four,
Crispian St. Peters,
Popol Vuh,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
Ohio Players,
Slave,
Gichy Dan,
Wire,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Techniques,
Bad Manners,
Joyce Sims,
Roxy Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Foxx,
CMW,
The Litter,
Excepter,
Jerry's Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
Ronan,
Iggy Pop,
Subhumans,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxette,
Procol Harum,
Pulsallama,
Nick Fraelich,
Idris Muhammad,
Roger Hodgson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cure,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
H. Thieme,
Toni Rubio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Beau Brummels,
Moebius,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Laurel Aitken,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rosa Yemen,
Circle Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
the Slits,
Maurizio,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.