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 Chile and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grunge 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxy Music,
The Cowsills,
Minutemen,
The Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
The Angels of Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Lynne,
The Selecter,
Second Layer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marmalade,
PIL,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
Fad Gadget,
Graham Central Station,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cal Tjader,
The Flesh Eaters,
Absolute Body Control,
Bluetip,
Connie Case,
New York Dolls,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxette,
Man Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crime,
The Divine Comedy,
Suicide,
New Age Steppers,
Minnie Riperton,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Seeds,
David McCallum,
Byron Stingily,
June of 44,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.