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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Maleditus Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox 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?
Joe Finger,
Visage,
Slave,
The Move,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Moon,
Simply Red,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Howard Jones,
Sun City Girls,
The Slackers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eli Mardock,
Unwound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Animal Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
48th St. Collective,
a-ha,
Sällskapet,
Moebius,
Skaos,
Nick Fraelich,
Boredoms,
Yaz,
Pagans,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dead C,
Royal Trux,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
The Skatalites,
Deadbeat,
Young Marble Giants,
The Associates,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Wells,
The J.B.'s,
Magma,
The Divine Comedy,
Shoche,
This Heat,
Minnie Riperton,
World's Most,
Absolute Body Control,
The United States of America,
the Association,
ABC,
Fear,
The Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mars,
Interpol,
Blossom Toes,
Television Personalities,
Eurythmics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bad Manners,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.