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 Lithuania and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Traffic Nightmare to the punk 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris & Cosey,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker,
Danielle Patucci,
cv313,
Donald Byrd,
AZ,
Essential Logic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
The Leaves,
Marvin Gaye,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Graham Central Station,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thompson Twins,
Shoche,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül II,
The Standells,
John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Negative Approach,
Delon & Dalcan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Searchers,
Kerri Chandler,
Zapp,
the Normal,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sonics,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Motions,
Angry Samoans,
Yaz,
Eurythmics,
Kas Product,
It's A Beautiful Day,
KRS-One,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Bourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Five Americans,
Peter and Kerry,
The Zeros,
Heaven 17,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.