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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Oblivians to the electroclash 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Eric Copeland,
Glambeats Corp.,
Max Romeo,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Moss Icon,
The United States of America,
The Sound,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
The Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Cluster,
Absolute Body Control,
The Beau Brummels,
Heaven 17,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kenny Larkin,
Sparks,
Scan 7,
Marc Almond,
Yazoo,
Vladislav Delay,
Shuggie Otis,
Kaleidoscope,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minutemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Duran Duran,
Negative Approach,
Jandek,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
T. Rex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harmonia,
the Normal,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Hill,
Average White Band,
Cameo,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terry Callier,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unwound,
Chrome,
Tim Buckley,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Section 25,
Siglo XX,
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gong,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.