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 Tajikistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rock 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
John Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Fad Gadget,
Aaron Thompson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skriet,
Magazine,
The Martian,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
Lalann,
Susan Cadogan,
MDC,
Black Flag,
Organ,
Crime,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Lydon,
Newcleus,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
The Doors,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Searchers,
The Smiths,
The Skatalites,
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hot Snakes,
David McCallum,
The Motions,
LL Cool J,
Mars,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Loose Ends,
Eden Ahbez,
Duran Duran,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lyres,
The Kinks,
F. McDonald,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Stooges,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ponytail,
Scratch Acid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Busters,
Audionom,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.