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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
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 harpsichord 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 Henry Cow to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Zapp,
ABBA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Davy DMX,
R.M.O.,
The Cramps,
Peter & Gordon,
Porter Ricks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yaz,
The Skatalites,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül II,
Bad Manners,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Patti Smith,
The Fall,
The Victims,
New York Dolls,
The Smiths,
Man Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
The Standells,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monks,
Pole,
Graham Central Station,
Eli Mardock,
The Cowsills,
Marc Almond,
The Knickerbockers,
Gong,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wolf Eyes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Durutti Column,
EPMD,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Hill,
The Misunderstood,
The Buckinghams,
Dual Sessions,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Hood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magazine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cymande,
Grey Daturas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dave Gahan,
Alphaville,
The Divine Comedy,
Moebius,
Hasil Adkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.