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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Severed Heads to the jazz 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Scrapy,
Pole,
Eve St. Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Christie,
Half Japanese,
The Wake,
Cameo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Gang of Four,
Ossler,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neu!,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Alphaville,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
Bang On A Can,
Charles Mingus,
Sparks,
Bobby Womack,
Morten Harket,
David Axelrod,
H. Thieme,
Ice-T,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Music Machine,
Y Pants,
Von Mondo,
June of 44,
Stetsasonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
Basic Channel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tears for Fears,
Goldenarms,
Slick Rick,
K-Klass,
Desert Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Don Cherry,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.