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 Pakistan and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Animal Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Urselle,
Sixth Finger,
John Holt,
Harry Pussy,
Black Pus,
Drexciya,
David Axelrod,
Talk Talk,
Buzzcocks,
Main Source,
Ituana,
Neil Young,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Association,
Marmalade,
Rites of Spring,
Half Japanese,
Sandy B,
La Düsseldorf,
This Heat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultravox,
The Trojans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gabor Szabo,
Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Style,
Joe Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Lynne,
Y Pants,
Nils Olav,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pagans,
Thee Headcoats,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed,
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Alison Limerick,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.