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 Mongolia and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Eric Copeland to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barbara Tucker,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pierre Henry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Josef K,
Cluster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zapp,
Dawn Penn,
Scrapy,
Boz Scaggs,
the Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gong,
Nas,
Sandy B,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Victims,
Marshall Jefferson,
China Crisis,
Fear,
the Human League,
the Association,
Marmalade,
Deadbeat,
Charles Mingus,
The Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends,
Eden Ahbez,
Michelle Simonal,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare,
Sarah Menescal,
Moby Grape,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Patti Smith,
Basic Channel,
Tres Demented,
Anthony Braxton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oneida,
Gang of Four,
The Kinks,
Rotary Connection,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.