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 Namibia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oblivians to the rock 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Main Source,
Black Flag,
Todd Terry,
Make Up,
Don Cherry,
The Gap Band,
Supertramp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fela Kuti,
Unwound,
John Holt,
Faust,
Eurythmics,
The American Breed,
Magazine,
The J.B.'s,
Albert Ayler,
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marine Girls,
Fluxion,
This Heat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
CMW,
Oblivians,
Black Sheep,
Toni Rubio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Metal Thangz,
Ultravox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minor Threat,
Outsiders,
Max Romeo,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harmonia,
The Evens,
FM Einheit,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crooked Eye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deepchord,
New Age Steppers,
R.M.O.,
Absolute Body Control,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
kango's stein massive,
The Angels of Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Remains,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.