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 Swaziland and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Lakeside to the rock 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Susan Cadogan,
Alison Limerick,
Royal Trux,
Tommy Roe,
Juan Atkins,
Sex Pistols,
Dawn Penn,
The Fall,
John Lydon,
Nas,
Organ,
Second Layer,
Fela Kuti,
Ponytail,
The Skatalites,
Ice-T,
B.T. Express,
Reagan Youth,
Deepchord,
Brothers Johnson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blancmange,
Skarface,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
The Knickerbockers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Sonics,
Can,
Qualms,
Kas Product,
Leonard Cohen,
Lightning Bolt,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci,
In Retrospect,
Alphaville,
The Count Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Trojans,
Thompson Twins,
Swell Maps,
EPMD,
Bob Dylan,
Cal Tjader,
Pagans,
Cluster,
Mission of Burma,
Porter Ricks,
Heaven 17,
Urselle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Association,
The Mojo Men,
The American Breed,
Joe Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.