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 Australia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 The Velvet Underground to the dance 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
Clear Light,
Nils Olav,
Roxette,
Peter and Kerry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siglo XX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Brand Nubian,
Talk Talk,
10cc,
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Supertramp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Womack,
The Litter,
Cheater Slicks,
Moss Icon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camouflage,
Lindisfarne,
Negative Approach,
Delta 5,
Johnny Clarke,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brothers Johnson,
Swell Maps,
Mark Hollis,
Hot Snakes,
Roger Hodgson,
Connie Case,
The Count Five,
Newcleus,
Shuggie Otis,
Jawbox,
Parry Music,
Dark Day,
Q and Not U,
Rod Modell,
Mad Mike,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
FM Einheit,
Bill Wells,
a-ha,
Flipper,
Toni Rubio,
Black Moon,
Thompson Twins,
Pierre Henry,
Agitation Free,
Skriet,
Shoche,
Iggy Pop,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.