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 Nauru and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Donald Fagen 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 Leaves to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
Slave,
The Happenings,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxette,
Country Teasers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gories,
Roger Hodgson,
Faust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Flag,
Pantaleimon,
UT,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Smooth,
Moss Icon,
X-101,
Ken Boothe,
Oneida,
Groovy Waters,
the Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Ponytail,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Dolphy,
Schoolly D,
Desert Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
Ludus,
Pagans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sex Pistols,
Vainqueur,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker,
Moby Grape,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Little Man,
The Selecter,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.