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 India and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
EPMD,
Nico,
Theoretical Girls,
The Searchers,
Bobby Sherman,
Nirvana,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
The Toasters,
Arthur Verocai,
JFA,
Joey Negro,
Warren Ellis,
DNA,
Tim Buckley,
Joyce Sims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Quantec,
The Misunderstood,
The Fortunes,
Mandrill,
In Retrospect,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
B.T. Express,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Toni Rubio,
Prince Buster,
Pulsallama,
Talk Talk,
The Fugs,
Eric Copeland,
Hot Snakes,
Public Image Ltd.,
New York Dolls,
The Dirtbombs,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Franke,
Pussy Galore,
Angry Samoans,
Pere Ubu,
Aswad,
Goldenarms,
Todd Terry,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
Eve St. Jones,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.