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 Cape Verde and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
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 harpsichord 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 Barclay James Harvest to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Steve Hackett,
Procol Harum,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Copeland,
The Fall,
Severed Heads,
Buzzcocks,
Yellowson,
Radio Birdman,
Hashim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aaron Thompson,
John Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quando Quango,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deakin,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Mills,
Fatback Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Hood,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grauzone,
The Slackers,
The Invisible,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Josef K,
Animal Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Henry Cow,
The Techniques,
Godley & Creme,
Deadbeat,
New Age Steppers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Lynne,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Morten Harket,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
Oblivians,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonic Youth,
Warsaw,
T.S.O.L.,
The Victims,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boz Scaggs,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
OOIOO,
Mad Mike,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.