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 Iran and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Detroit Cobras to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Ituana,
The Star Department,
KRS-One,
T.S.O.L.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tres Demented,
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
Terry Callier,
Average White Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Starr,
Marine Girls,
June Days,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Victims,
The Buckinghams,
Lakeside,
The Happenings,
Popol Vuh,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
Faust,
Warren Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Oblivians,
Section 25,
U.S. Maple,
The Gun Club,
Fatback Band,
Slave,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Organ,
The Index,
The Durutti Column,
The Misunderstood,
Frankie Knuckles,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cure,
Marvin Gaye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Loose Ends,
Rod Modell,
Q65,
Echospace,
Swell Maps,
MC5,
Zero Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Motions,
Connie Case,
Soft Machine,
Ten City,
Shoche,
Robert Hood,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.