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 Denmark and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Reagan Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Model 500,
Stiv Bators,
Alphaville,
Blancmange,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mojo Men,
Connie Case,
Camouflage,
Brass Construction,
Vainqueur,
Ice-T,
The Smoke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Godley & Creme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
cv313,
Main Source,
Susan Cadogan,
The Victims,
Wings,
Brick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Techniques,
8 Eyed Spy,
Metal Thangz,
Stereo Dub,
Buzzcocks,
The Buckinghams,
Black Bananas,
Patti Smith,
Mantronix,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
Agitation Free,
F. McDonald,
The Smiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Von Mondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Rosa Yemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Aural Exciters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultravox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric B and Rakim,
Niagra,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Seeds,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.