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 Luxembourg and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 This Heat 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
John Cale,
CMW,
The Divine Comedy,
Tubeway Army,
Fugazi,
The Standells,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Dolphy,
Hasil Adkins,
Rod Modell,
Intrusion,
Sugar Minott,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cluster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blancmange,
Skaos,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
Bluetip,
Yazoo,
June of 44,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Ronan,
Aural Exciters,
Sonic Youth,
Blossom Toes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
Shoche,
Traffic Nightmare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Sonics,
Monolake,
Pagans,
Black Pus,
Talk Talk,
The Gladiators,
Heaven 17,
Howard Jones,
the Slits,
Whodini,
the Normal,
The Golliwogs,
Black Sheep,
Pet Shop Boys,
Schoolly D,
Mad Mike,
Wings,
Depeche Mode,
Loose Ends,
AZ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Henry Cow,
Surgeon,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.