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 Netherlands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Niagra to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
La Düsseldorf,
Alison Limerick,
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
Pierre Henry,
JFA,
Ronnie Foster,
Infiniti,
PIL,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Busters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moleskins,
The Angels of Light,
Public Enemy,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brass Construction,
Pere Ubu,
Cybotron,
The Techniques,
Hoover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Severed Heads,
Parry Music,
The Buckinghams,
Lindisfarne,
The Cowsills,
Inner City,
Essential Logic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MDC,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
The Star Department,
The Last Poets,
Urselle,
Wings,
Suicide,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
AZ,
One Last Wish,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smoke,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
Chrome,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake,
John Holt,
The Five Americans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.