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 Haiti and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 The Cramps to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Jacques Brel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Von Mondo,
The Zeros,
Tears for Fears,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Royal Trux,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
The Pop Group,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funky Four + One,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oblivians,
Nick Fraelich,
Jawbox,
Crooked Eye,
Accadde A,
Sun City Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Rundgren,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slick Rick,
Sixth Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker,
Y Pants,
The Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
The Mummies,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Womack,
Bluetip,
Pere Ubu,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris Corsano,
Inner City,
Lakeside,
Liliput,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mark Hollis,
Moby Grape,
Silicon Teens,
The Knickerbockers,
Graham Central Station,
Marine Girls,
Pantytec,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.