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 Montenegro and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mo-Dettes to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Ultra Naté,
The Detroit Cobras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lucky Dragons,
The Invisible,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
Barrington Levy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fall,
Todd Rundgren,
Kevin Saunderson,
Leonard Cohen,
Warsaw,
Yazoo,
ABC,
The Trojans,
Yellowson,
Ten City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mummies,
The Divine Comedy,
The Real Kids,
Sam Rivers,
the Soft Cell,
Motorama,
The Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxy Music,
Sixth Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
The Grass Roots,
Ponytail,
Q and Not U,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
10cc,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bluetip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Image Ltd.,
The New Christs,
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most,
The Saints,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
Alphaville,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Mars,
The Slackers,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.