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 Paraguay 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sight & Sound to the grunge 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans 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?
DNA,
Fela Kuti,
Main Source,
The Doobie Brothers,
Accadde A,
Neil Young,
Make Up,
Popol Vuh,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Henry Cow,
Buzzcocks,
Al Stewart,
John Foxx,
Roxette,
The Searchers,
Drexciya,
Erykah Badu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spandau Ballet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
Ituana,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Wells,
Visage,
Alison Limerick,
The Human League,
The Five Americans,
Adolescents,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
The Dead C,
Arthur Verocai,
Intrusion,
The Durutti Column,
Lindisfarne,
The Birthday Party,
Jandek,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry's Kids,
Massinfluence,
Loose Ends,
The Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Near,
Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Music Machine,
June of 44,
The Techniques,
Half Japanese,
Pylon,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.