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 Guinea-Bissau and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Silicon Teens to the rock 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Sonics,
The Cramps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sex Pistols,
Alton Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monks,
E-Dancer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Green,
David Axelrod,
Lalo Schifrin,
Parry Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Al Stewart,
Peter & Gordon,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers,
The Tremeloes,
Kaleidoscope,
Franke,
the Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Tom Boy,
Shoche,
the Swans,
DJ Sneak,
The Happenings,
Symarip,
Buzzcocks,
The J.B.'s,
Severed Heads,
The Fuzztones,
Nirvana,
Erykah Badu,
Tres Demented,
Mr. Review,
The Modern Lovers,
FM Einheit,
The Residents,
Josef K,
Donald Byrd,
Babytalk,
Main Source,
Banda Bassotti,
Spoonie Gee,
Scrapy,
Black Moon,
Todd Terry,
Gichy Dan,
In Retrospect,
B.T. Express,
Laurel Aitken,
The Vogues,
Hashim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.