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 Portugal 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Model 500 to the crunk 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moody Blues,
The Vogues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arcadia,
Organ,
Faust,
Quadrant,
Aural Exciters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Schoolly D,
the Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Liliput,
Throbbing Gristle,
Los Fastidios,
Sandy B,
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens,
The Blackbyrds,
a-ha,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joensuu 1685,
Ludus,
Amon Düül,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
48th St. Collective,
Moss Icon,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
OOIOO,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monochrome Set,
F. McDonald,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cameo,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
The American Breed,
Boz Scaggs,
June of 44,
Eve St. Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Charles Mingus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nico,
Public Image Ltd.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Morten Harket,
Swell Maps,
the Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.