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 Antigua and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Sällskapet to the grime 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Hot Snakes,
Q and Not U,
Accadde A,
Erykah Badu,
The Vogues,
Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unwound,
Au Pairs,
Lakeside,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sixth Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Raincoats,
Marmalade,
Liliput,
The Standells,
Supertramp,
Peter and Kerry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pylon,
Aural Exciters,
Tommy Roe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hoover,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick Morgan,
Dead Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Excepter,
Girls At Our Best!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Lynne,
The Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Desert Stars,
the Germs,
the Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Yaz,
David Bowie,
Parry Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Max Romeo,
Robert Görl,
Tom Boy,
Agent Orange,
Symarip,
Bootsy Collins,
EPMD,
Radio Birdman,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Copeland,
Average White Band,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.