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 Slovenia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Spandau Ballet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anakelly,
Wings,
AZ,
JFA,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bluetip,
Talk Talk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
Ohio Players,
Moebius,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Erasure,
Monks,
The Real Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unwound,
Loose Ends,
Alison Limerick,
F. McDonald,
Heaven 17,
Mad Mike,
Gichy Dan,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Severed Heads,
The Moleskins,
Colin Newman,
Fat Boys,
John Lydon,
Parry Music,
Grauzone,
DJ Style,
EPMD,
World's Most,
Godley & Creme,
Pussy Galore,
Ronan,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Nirvana,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
Tears for Fears,
The Human League,
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
The Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.