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 Tunisia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Maurizio to the grunge 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fuzztones,
Public Enemy,
Accadde A,
Lakeside,
Gang Green,
Pulsallama,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül II,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Massinfluence,
Half Japanese,
The Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Clear Light,
Anakelly,
Masters at Work,
Joy Division,
Gong,
Quantec,
The Residents,
The Red Krayola,
Unrelated Segments,
The Standells,
Maurizio,
Pylon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
The Searchers,
Main Source,
Todd Rundgren,
Faraquet,
LL Cool J,
Lou Christie,
Freddie Wadling,
Crooked Eye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Silicon Teens,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sight & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Bill Wells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
Ponytail,
Neu!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Evens,
Amon Düül,
Radiopuhelimet,
Saccharine Trust,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
cv313,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.