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 Finland and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Sarah Menescal,
Tommy Roe,
The Fuzztones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sparks,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Pus,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fire Engines,
the Association,
PIL,
Monolake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Machine,
Joy Division,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
China Crisis,
Rekid,
Mandrill,
The Saints,
The Count Five,
Drexciya,
The Pop Group,
The Fugs,
Cluster,
Colin Newman,
Deakin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donald Byrd,
The Real Kids,
David Bowie,
Con Funk Shun,
the Germs,
Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siglo XX,
Ituana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
UT,
The Mojo Men,
Au Pairs,
Cecil Taylor,
Yazoo,
Eddi Front,
Quando Quango,
Cybotron,
Sugar Minott,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.