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 Montenegro and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Newcleus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
K-Klass,
The Monochrome Set,
the Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Niagra,
Jandek,
Scott Walker,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Techniques,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sixth Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Newcleus,
Qualms,
The Dead C,
Lou Christie,
Black Moon,
Accadde A,
Country Teasers,
The Red Krayola,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun City Girls,
The Stooges,
Juan Atkins,
Angry Samoans,
Blake Baxter,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fall,
Wally Richardson,
The Wake,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Motions,
Pierre Henry,
LL Cool J,
Terry Callier,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The J.B.'s,
Tim Buckley,
Delta 5,
MC5,
Tom Boy,
Chris Corsano,
Talk Talk,
Spandau Ballet,
Average White Band,
Infiniti,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.