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 Nicaragua and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Doobie Brothers to the rap 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Zapp,
Roxette,
Silicon Teens,
Stereo Dub,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monochrome Set,
Gong,
Max Romeo,
Sister Nancy,
Spandau Ballet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
cv313,
The Residents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultravox,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
Black Bananas,
Half Japanese,
Mr. Review,
K-Klass,
Babytalk,
Von Mondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Blossom Toes,
Wasted Youth,
KRS-One,
Marvin Gaye,
The Knickerbockers,
H. Thieme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cramps,
PIL,
a-ha,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultimate Spinach,
Inner City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nirvana,
Faust,
Minny Pops,
Arthur Verocai,
David Bowie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
Procol Harum,
The Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.