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 Saudi Arabia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Harmonia to the electroclash 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick May,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Vainqueur,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Isaac Hayes,
Minor Threat,
Das Ding,
La Düsseldorf,
Unrelated Segments,
Cybotron,
The Star Department,
Liliput,
Average White Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scrapy,
The Tremeloes,
Rod Modell,
The Invisible,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick Morgan,
Interpol,
John Foxx,
Hardrive,
Country Teasers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed,
Erasure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave,
the Sonics,
ABBA,
Eurythmics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Dave Gahan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mojo Men,
Fad Gadget,
Ultra Naté,
Roger Hodgson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Graham Central Station,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
CMW,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.