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 Slovakia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pere Ubu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Malaria!,
Laurel Aitken,
John Foxx,
The United States of America,
Mr. Review,
Tres Demented,
The Neon Judgement,
Byron Stingily,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Vogues,
The Standells,
Cameo,
The Tremeloes,
The Blackbyrds,
KRS-One,
The Music Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erasure,
Inner City,
Severed Heads,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Motorama,
The Cramps,
The Beau Brummels,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rod Modell,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
Lyres,
U.S. Maple,
Icehouse,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantaleimon,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young,
Model 500,
Organ,
the Human League,
The Cowsills,
Maleditus Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Bananas,
Camouflage,
John Holt,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
Crime,
The Fugs,
Dead Boys,
PIL,
Nils Olav,
Banda Bassotti,
The J.B.'s,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.