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 Russia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Christie to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Loose Ends,
Moss Icon,
The Moody Blues,
The Names,
Panda Bear,
Radiohead,
Fear,
Jawbox,
James White and The Blacks,
Monks,
the Association,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Toasters,
Ludus,
Excepter,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Audionom,
X-102,
Kayak,
The Techniques,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Los Fastidios,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ituana,
The Sonics,
The Remains,
Quadrant,
Thee Headcoats,
Janne Schatter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wire,
Marine Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gladiators,
Banda Bassotti,
Arthur Verocai,
Don Cherry,
The Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
Simply Red,
Patti Smith,
The American Breed,
Eve St. Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
Procol Harum,
Sister Nancy,
Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.