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 Somalia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Drive Like Jehu to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lower 48,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Subhumans,
Lucky Dragons,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Motions,
Minnie Riperton,
The Move,
Faust,
the Swans,
Erasure,
T. Rex,
Freddie Wadling,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-102,
The Cowsills,
Cymande,
The American Breed,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantaleimon,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Style,
Metal Thangz,
Severed Heads,
Sarah Menescal,
Livin' Joy,
Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Hoover,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angry Samoans,
Patti Smith,
Outsiders,
Pulsallama,
Sam Rivers,
Ultra Naté,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
Al Stewart,
Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Accadde A,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang On A Can,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Rundgren,
Ohio Players,
Piero Umiliani,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.