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 Czech Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agitation Free,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
Quando Quango,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Niagra,
The Cure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Henry Cow,
Suicide,
Joe Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Peter and Kerry,
Mission of Burma,
Tom Boy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare,
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson,
Sandy B,
Terrestrial Tones,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
One Last Wish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doors,
Index,
Ossler,
MC5,
Arab on Radar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chrome,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magma,
Hoover,
Au Pairs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Royal Trux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
AZ,
The Fuzztones,
The Offenders,
Quantec,
The Vogues,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Moon,
ABC,
Connie Case,
OOIOO,
Joe Finger,
Procol Harum,
The Blackbyrds,
Piero Umiliani,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.