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 Greece and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Wasted Youth 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rekid,
Kas Product,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers,
Massinfluence,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gap Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siglo XX,
Bill Wells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Sheep,
Funkadelic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
Scientists,
Cabaret Voltaire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gong,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
Agent Orange,
Adolescents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Guru Guru,
a-ha,
Cheater Slicks,
Alphaville,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Hood,
The American Breed,
Cameo,
Michelle Simonal,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Womack,
Black Pus,
The Saints,
Accadde A,
Robert Görl,
John Cale,
Quando Quango,
The Shadows of Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Hill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Holt,
Thompson Twins,
Eddi Front,
Leonard Cohen,
Outsiders,
the Bar-Kays,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.