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 Saudi Arabia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
a-ha,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wasted Youth,
Vainqueur,
Steve Hackett,
Bob Dylan,
The Moody Blues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moby Grape,
Kerri Chandler,
Lower 48,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
B.T. Express,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anakelly,
The Gap Band,
Scion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Rundgren,
Barrington Levy,
Joyce Sims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantytec,
The Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Desert Stars,
Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
48th St. Collective,
Sugar Minott,
X-Ray Spex,
Half Japanese,
Alison Limerick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
Tears for Fears,
John Holt,
The Trojans,
Yusef Lateef,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blues Magoos,
Pussy Galore,
Lungfish,
The Monochrome Set,
One Last Wish,
Chris & Cosey,
Godley & Creme,
MDC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Subhumans,
The Evens,
Trumans Water,
Rufus Thomas,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.