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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Gang Green to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Pole,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Freddie Wadling,
Sugar Minott,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moby Grape,
Black Sheep,
The Barracudas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Index,
Peter and Kerry,
U.S. Maple,
The Offenders,
Drexciya,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Lynne,
Fugazi,
Robert Görl,
The Pretty Things,
Drive Like Jehu,
Audionom,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Machine,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pylon,
Rites of Spring,
Ken Boothe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Names,
The Fuzztones,
Danielle Patucci,
T. Rex,
Sex Pistols,
The Human League,
Quantec,
The Slackers,
Joe Finger,
The Fortunes,
The Cowsills,
Yellowson,
Organ,
Joensuu 1685,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mad Mike,
The Residents,
Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Cal Tjader,
a-ha,
cv313,
Youth Brigade,
The Evens,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.