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 Finland and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 OOIOO to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ornette Coleman,
Reagan Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lightning Bolt,
Bauhaus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fugs,
Make Up,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Wyatt,
Dark Day,
Y Pants,
Todd Terry,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick May,
Babytalk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Negative Approach,
Intrusion,
Lucky Dragons,
Fatback Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Smog,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed,
The Fuzztones,
David Axelrod,
Half Japanese,
David Bowie,
Yusef Lateef,
Freddie Wadling,
a-ha,
Procol Harum,
Massinfluence,
Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rakim,
The Fall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
Kenny Larkin,
MDC,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.