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 Spokane.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Zeros to the disco 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Certain Ratio,
Terry Callier,
Maurizio,
The Motions,
K-Klass,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erasure,
Visage,
Roxy Music,
Blossom Toes,
Silicon Teens,
Livin' Joy,
Procol Harum,
Dave Gahan,
June of 44,
The Moleskins,
Reagan Youth,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
World's Most,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pop Group,
Tubeway Army,
Iggy Pop,
Angry Samoans,
Groovy Waters,
the Normal,
Delta 5,
Skriet,
Japan,
Gang of Four,
Trumans Water,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Cell,
Swans,
Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Pussy Galore,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
Excepter,
the Germs,
Cecil Taylor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Young Rascals,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.