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 Sweden and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Heaven 17 to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Tres Demented,
Babytalk,
Unrelated Segments,
Lee Hazlewood,
PIL,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxy Music,
Zero Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Accadde A,
The Pop Group,
Royal Trux,
Reagan Youth,
Zapp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Franke,
The Golliwogs,
Ponytail,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television,
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Fatback Band,
Severed Heads,
Radiohead,
Black Bananas,
Adolescents,
Mad Mike,
Rapeman,
The Beau Brummels,
Sarah Menescal,
John Holt,
The Searchers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Brass Construction,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lakeside,
Spoonie Gee,
Suicide,
Sam Rivers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Velvet Underground,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.