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 Korea North 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Robert Palmer 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 Kaleidoscope to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Kaleidoscope,
Ten City,
Pere Ubu,
Aural Exciters,
Man Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Order,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mojo Men,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mad Mike,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultra Naté,
The Stooges,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Pantaleimon,
Country Teasers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ken Boothe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harry Pussy,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
Unrelated Segments,
Brick,
The Smoke,
Bauhaus,
Kenny Larkin,
Lakeside,
Quando Quango,
Wire,
Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Das Ding,
Unwound,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Henry Cow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Easy Going,
The Real Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Isaac Hayes,
Goldenarms,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.