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 Gabon and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Lungfish to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quantec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pulsallama,
Skarface,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fear,
DJ Style,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sällskapet,
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
Ituana,
Hoover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
Stiv Bators,
Mission of Burma,
48th St. Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Animal Collective,
The Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alphaville,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Pus,
Joe Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Skriet,
Infiniti,
Lakeside,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Throbbing Gristle,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scratch Acid,
Country Teasers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angry Samoans,
Fugazi,
Mars,
Deepchord,
Heaven 17,
The Move,
Goldenarms,
Quando Quango,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echospace,
the Sonics,
Zapp,
Gang of Four,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.