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 the UAE and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
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 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 Soul II Soul to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Bad Manners,
Make Up,
The Slackers,
ABBA,
In Retrospect,
Aswad,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronnie Foster,
Talk Talk,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacob Miller,
The Angels of Light,
Groovy Waters,
Malaria!,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
Henry Cow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
The Gun Club,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül II,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erykah Badu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harmonia,
Sällskapet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wire,
Guru Guru,
B.T. Express,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alton Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monks,
Warsaw,
Fat Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Royal Trux,
The Mummies,
Fluxion,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.