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 Pakistan and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 The Fuzztones to the funk 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Iggy Pop,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eurythmics,
Bad Manners,
Nico,
Al Stewart,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mummies,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Near,
The Searchers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eddi Front,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Morten Harket,
Lower 48,
Cheater Slicks,
Skriet,
Yaz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Model 500,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Invisible,
Fluxion,
Negative Approach,
Sex Pistols,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Audionom,
Loose Ends,
The American Breed,
The Move,
Surgeon,
Moebius,
Delta 5,
Black Moon,
Subhumans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visage,
Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warren Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.