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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
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 chamberlin 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 The Blues Magoos to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Remains,
Oneida,
The Fortunes,
The Cramps,
Interpol,
Crime,
Cluster,
Marine Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ituana,
Tommy Roe,
Al Stewart,
The Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Guru Guru,
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Howard Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Black Bananas,
Qualms,
Depeche Mode,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kayak,
Warsaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Görl,
The Mojo Men,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wings,
Prince Buster,
The Monochrome Set,
Youth Brigade,
Lungfish,
Funkadelic,
Henry Cow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Music Machine,
Lindisfarne,
New Age Steppers,
D'Angelo,
The Searchers,
Goldenarms,
The Evens,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Techniques,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scrapy,
L. Decosne,
Wire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Joyce Sims,
Arab on Radar,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.