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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Amon Düül II to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Rundgren,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Machine,
Symarip,
AZ,
Amon Düül,
Laurel Aitken,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül II,
Fear,
Anakelly,
Neu!,
Lou Christie,
Reagan Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Misunderstood,
Lyres,
The Gap Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Gichy Dan,
Y Pants,
Junior Murvin,
Ultra Naté,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
Pylon,
Ossler,
The J.B.'s,
Icehouse,
Hardrive,
Goldenarms,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monochrome Set,
Connie Case,
Sarah Menescal,
The Martian,
The Fugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alison Limerick,
Quando Quango,
Funky Four + One,
Liliput,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Victims,
the Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wire,
June Days,
ABBA,
The Index,
Fad Gadget,
Urselle,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.