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 Togo and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jacques Brel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Stetsasonic,
Severed Heads,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scan 7,
the Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
Faust,
Ohio Players,
The Five Americans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Loose Ends,
Rites of Spring,
D'Angelo,
Pagans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dead C,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mojo Men,
Pierre Henry,
Depeche Mode,
Panda Bear,
The Fortunes,
Jandek,
Bobby Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Easy Going,
Tears for Fears,
Rekid,
Rufus Thomas,
Model 500,
Patti Smith,
Guru Guru,
Roger Hodgson,
Henry Cow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
KRS-One,
Sam Rivers,
Das Ding,
Royal Trux,
Angry Samoans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Simply Red,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rod Modell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
Blancmange,
Kaleidoscope,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.