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 Grenada and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Public Enemy,
Qualms,
the Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Trojans,
Marmalade,
Crooked Eye,
Jawbox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terry Callier,
Masters at Work,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arthur Verocai,
Lindisfarne,
Lightning Bolt,
Das Ding,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Easy Going,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yaz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liliput,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fugazi,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arcadia,
Lower 48,
The Blues Magoos,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Babytalk,
Roxy Music,
the Slits,
U.S. Maple,
The Cramps,
Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Malaria!,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Infiniti,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Velvet Underground,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
Swell Maps,
F. McDonald,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.