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 Austria and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 Yellowson 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skarface,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wings,
Depeche Mode,
The Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Japan,
Ten City,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul II Soul,
Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flamin' Groovies,
Nik Kershaw,
Harry Pussy,
Yaz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minutemen,
Fugazi,
The Slits,
Visage,
Audionom,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Porter Ricks,
Roxette,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Görl,
Vladislav Delay,
New Age Steppers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Christie,
Max Romeo,
Yazoo,
Hardrive,
Thompson Twins,
Kenny Larkin,
John Cale,
June of 44,
Severed Heads,
Maleditus Sound,
Patti Smith,
Index,
Deadbeat,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Loose Ends,
Pussy Galore,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.