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 Dominica and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Youth Brigade to the rock 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers,
Lyres,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Swans,
The Trojans,
Aaron Thompson,
Maleditus Sound,
Motorama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
Blake Baxter,
Skriet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Nils Olav,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Walker Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neu!,
MC5,
Oneida,
Josef K,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eli Mardock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yellowson,
Nirvana,
The Dirtbombs,
Quando Quango,
Guru Guru,
Ludus,
Howard Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boredoms,
Supertramp,
Barrington Levy,
U.S. Maple,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suicide,
Glambeats Corp.,
Half Japanese,
Sexual Harrassment,
AZ,
Bill Near,
Delta 5,
Marc Almond,
Robert Görl,
Camouflage,
Slave,
Cluster,
Maurizio,
Nik Kershaw,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.