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 Congo and from London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Absolute Body Control to the dance 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
the Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dennis Brown,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiohead,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Lynne,
Ituana,
Make Up,
Marmalade,
Inner City,
The Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
Smog,
Minny Pops,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moby Grape,
Jimmy McGriff,
Franke,
The Kinks,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Easy Going,
Ornette Coleman,
Parry Music,
Royal Trux,
Lightning Bolt,
L. Decosne,
Leonard Cohen,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks,
Deadbeat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultravox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brothers Johnson,
Television,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
Quantec,
Magma,
Slave,
Harry Pussy,
Fluxion,
Altered Images,
Supertramp,
Blancmange,
The Walker Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Flash Fearless,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.