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 Georgia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ralphi Rosario to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Procol Harum,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doors,
John Holt,
Bluetip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mummies,
DJ Style,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra,
Josef K,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magazine,
Quadrant,
Isaac Hayes,
Mandrill,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Michelle Simonal,
Pagans,
Steve Hackett,
Jandek,
The Skatalites,
Toni Rubio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Count Five,
Franke,
Marc Almond,
Outsiders,
Thee Headcoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
The United States of America,
The Cure,
The Gun Club,
Gong,
Gregory Isaacs,
Darondo,
Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Yusef Lateef,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Howard Jones,
Main Source,
Heaven 17,
The Angels of Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pretty Things,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lungfish,
Rites of Spring,
Freddie Wadling,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.