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 States and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 B.T. Express to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
the Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
48th St. Collective,
The Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Tres Demented,
Agent Orange,
Fluxion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
A Certain Ratio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tommy Roe,
Faraquet,
Terry Callier,
Popol Vuh,
Yazoo,
Organ,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Idris Muhammad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
cv313,
H. Thieme,
Joe Smooth,
Magma,
Q65,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Gong,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Bananas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantytec,
Basic Channel,
The Angels of Light,
Section 25,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
Leonard Cohen,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Christie,
Pulsallama,
The Tremeloes,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Invisible,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Whodini,
Cal Tjader,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.