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 Tuvalu and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Leonard Cohen,
John Holt,
Rotary Connection,
Sparks,
Steve Hackett,
Hot Snakes,
Terry Callier,
The Detroit Cobras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Red Krayola,
The Moleskins,
Tres Demented,
Main Source,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Unrelated Segments,
Ossler,
Circle Jerks,
Skriet,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Trojans,
Accadde A,
Ronan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brand Nubian,
Radiohead,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Wyatt,
Prince Buster,
Reuben Wilson,
Unwound,
Cal Tjader,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
L. Decosne,
The Mummies,
The Litter,
the Association,
Rosa Yemen,
Technova,
Index,
The Saints,
AZ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers,
Can,
John Cale,
Organ,
H. Thieme,
kango's stein massive,
Amazonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Bourne,
Heaven 17,
Wolf Eyes,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.