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 Liechtenstein and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Lynne to the crunk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Duran Duran,
Aural Exciters,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
June of 44,
Basic Channel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
DNA,
Max Romeo,
John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Harmonia,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cowsills,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MDC,
The Misunderstood,
The J.B.'s,
CMW,
The Mojo Men,
Alphaville,
The Star Department,
Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül,
Blake Baxter,
Groovy Waters,
Rufus Thomas,
Don Cherry,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eden Ahbez,
Glambeats Corp.,
Icehouse,
Black Moon,
The Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Camouflage,
Charles Mingus,
Yazoo,
Qualms,
The Buckinghams,
Judy Mowatt,
Wasted Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Henry Cow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cybotron,
Soulsonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Blossom Toes,
New Age Steppers,
Erykah Badu,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.