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 Colombia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 Neu! to the electroclash 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Cybotron,
Gang Green,
Dennis Brown,
Davy DMX,
The Mojo Men,
Laurel Aitken,
Warren Ellis,
Altered Images,
Boz Scaggs,
Depeche Mode,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pole,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
Minutemen,
Nico,
Deakin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
PIL,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hashim,
Terry Callier,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
Donny Hathaway,
Slick Rick,
Bang On A Can,
Moebius,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gories,
Motorama,
Black Moon,
The Red Krayola,
FM Einheit,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Second Layer,
Pussy Galore,
Blake Baxter,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Halsall,
Magma,
Nick Fraelich,
The Saints,
Swans,
The Mummies,
Main Source,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
Rapeman,
Robert Hood,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jawbox,
The Wake,
Quantec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.