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 Korea South and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Crime to the crunk 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young,
Lou Christie,
The Zeros,
Lyres,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ossler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Leaves,
Nico,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
Connie Case,
Underground Resistance,
Quando Quango,
Ludus,
The Martian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moebius,
the Bar-Kays,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wally Richardson,
Subhumans,
Crash Course in Science,
Magma,
Eurythmics,
Joey Negro,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Young Rascals,
Technova,
Whodini,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Youth Brigade,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Barrington Levy,
The Gap Band,
Altered Images,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sällskapet,
Lakeside,
A Flock of Seagulls,
KRS-One,
Qualms,
Black Sheep,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nas,
Swans,
Quantec,
the Association,
Little Man,
Bluetip,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.