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 Italy and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Supertramp to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Moon,
Hashim,
The Buckinghams,
the Swans,
Lyres,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
Rekid,
Max Romeo,
Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed,
Dark Day,
Nico,
Kenny Larkin,
Tommy Roe,
ABBA,
Sam Rivers,
The Dead C,
Dave Gahan,
DNA,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wings,
Warsaw,
Nik Kershaw,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Connie Case,
Altered Images,
Agitation Free,
Isaac Hayes,
Scion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Saints,
Hoover,
the Human League,
Nirvana,
Judy Mowatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
The Doors,
Deakin,
Joyce Sims,
The Wake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Christie,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Near,
Sound Behaviour,
Minny Pops,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Joey Negro,
Barbara Tucker,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.