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 Germany and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chrome to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Malaria!,
Roxy Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Kinks,
Motorama,
Blossom Toes,
The Red Krayola,
Camberwell Now,
Oblivians,
The Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Section 25,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ossler,
Avey Tare,
Idris Muhammad,
Audionom,
Gong,
Cameo,
Fluxion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Au Pairs,
The Doors,
Nik Kershaw,
John Lydon,
Faraquet,
Eli Mardock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Urselle,
Theoretical Girls,
The Selecter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Altered Images,
Basic Channel,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fugs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Raincoats,
the Human League,
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
Dennis Brown,
Terry Callier,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
Mars,
Minor Threat,
Godley & Creme,
Saccharine Trust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grauzone,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.