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 Nigeria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Offenders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Neu!,
Heaven 17,
Unwound,
Trumans Water,
Interpol,
Magazine,
Al Stewart,
The Buckinghams,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drexciya,
Rites of Spring,
Supertramp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Human League,
Moss Icon,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
Gregory Isaacs,
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
DJ Sneak,
Nas,
Joyce Sims,
Black Flag,
The Grass Roots,
Lyres,
Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pussy Galore,
F. McDonald,
Metal Thangz,
the Normal,
Brass Construction,
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield,
Howard Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultravox,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Malaria!,
Terry Callier,
Jacques Brel,
Excepter,
The Fugs,
The Cramps,
Q and Not U,
Monolake,
Brand Nubian,
The Velvet Underground,
La Düsseldorf,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
These Immortal Souls,
The Searchers,
Bootsy Collins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amazonics,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.