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 Mexico and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
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 oboe 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 The Neon Judgement to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Associates,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kayak,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Half Japanese,
Visage,
Oblivians,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agitation Free,
Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dark Day,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
48th St. Collective,
Lyres,
Delon & Dalcan,
Banda Bassotti,
Soulsonic Force,
Zero Boys,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Organ,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Motions,
EPMD,
Bronski Beat,
The Human League,
Aswad,
H. Thieme,
The Pop Group,
Nirvana,
Average White Band,
The Barracudas,
Danielle Patucci,
Amazonics,
Crime,
Brick,
Terry Callier,
Wire,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispian St. Peters,
June Days,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
E-Dancer,
The Durutti Column,
Dawn Penn,
Barclay James Harvest,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.