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 San Marino 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wire to the punk 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Trumans Water,
Saccharine Trust,
Rakim,
Scan 7,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
R.M.O.,
Pole,
The Angels of Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sixth Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Clarke,
Groovy Waters,
Theoretical Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
The Vogues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
Eve St. Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Audionom,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ituana,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
Soul II Soul,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxy Music,
Funkadelic,
One Last Wish,
Radiohead,
Loose Ends,
Al Stewart,
Lindisfarne,
Gong,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
The New Christs,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacob Miller,
the Slits,
Blossom Toes,
The Golliwogs,
Marmalade,
Wire,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.