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 Czech Republic and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Matthew Bourne to the punk 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Brick,
X-Ray Spex,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül,
Procol Harum,
Zapp,
Robert Görl,
Erykah Badu,
Saccharine Trust,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cramps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anakelly,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-101,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas,
the Sonics,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Sneak,
Graham Central Station,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wolf Eyes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Fraelich,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ten City,
Blossom Toes,
The Golliwogs,
MC5,
The Litter,
Clear Light,
Pere Ubu,
Byron Stingily,
Joyce Sims,
Soulsonic Force,
Desert Stars,
This Heat,
Mark Hollis,
The Cure,
The Raincoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marine Girls,
Neu!,
Blancmange,
Arcadia,
Sparks,
The Fugs,
Tears for Fears,
Skaos,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.