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 Guyana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Roger Hodgson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Association,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
The Fall,
Barbara Tucker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxette,
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Qualms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smoke,
Tim Buckley,
Eurythmics,
Faraquet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rufus Thomas,
Joey Negro,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
B.T. Express,
The Kinks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cybotron,
AZ,
Davy DMX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fugazi,
the Human League,
Adolescents,
Inner City,
A Certain Ratio,
Joyce Sims,
Sight & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Man Parrish,
Camouflage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Index,
Flipper,
X-Ray Spex,
Negative Approach,
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
Lakeside,
Minny Pops,
Fad Gadget,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Iggy Pop,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bluetip,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.