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 Colombia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 The Doors to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
a-ha,
The Buckinghams,
Althea and Donna,
Soul II Soul,
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül II,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Selecter,
H. Thieme,
The Names,
The Blackbyrds,
KRS-One,
The Kinks,
Agent Orange,
The Black Dice,
The Cowsills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gabor Szabo,
Animal Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra,
Desert Stars,
Fear,
Mr. Review,
Parry Music,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Procol Harum,
Oneida,
The Gories,
K-Klass,
Ronan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boz Scaggs,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
PIL,
Mantronix,
Joy Division,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pere Ubu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Sneak,
The American Breed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hasil Adkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Mars,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.