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 Philippines and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Harmonia to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Essential Logic,
Freddie Wadling,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moss Icon,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Colin Newman,
Marine Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
Jacob Miller,
Graham Central Station,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radio Birdman,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Barry Ungar,
Erykah Badu,
The Gun Club,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Remains,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
Yaz,
Archie Shepp,
Tom Boy,
Traffic Nightmare,
PIL,
Slave,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wasted Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Au Pairs,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
Heaven 17,
Minutemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.