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 Haiti and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Sisters of Mercy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fortunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Seeds,
John Foxx,
The Pretty Things,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiopuhelimet,
Whodini,
The Doors,
Ponytail,
The Moleskins,
Sun City Girls,
One Last Wish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
Amon Düül II,
These Immortal Souls,
Barbara Tucker,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minor Threat,
LL Cool J,
Lou Christie,
Liliput,
The Offenders,
ABC,
Aswad,
the Slits,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy Collins,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sällskapet,
DNA,
The Cramps,
Radiohead,
Depeche Mode,
Piero Umiliani,
Procol Harum,
Young Marble Giants,
D'Angelo,
Camouflage,
New York Dolls,
Aural Exciters,
Grauzone,
The Happenings,
Roger Hodgson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Technova,
The Durutti Column,
Rapeman,
Section 25,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
Max Romeo,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.