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 South Africa and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Thompson Twins to the jazz 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barrington Levy,
Con Funk Shun,
Ornette Coleman,
Davy DMX,
Subhumans,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fortunes,
Pagans,
Jawbox,
Morten Harket,
Lyres,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Icehouse,
Janne Schatter,
Arcadia,
Pole,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Essential Logic,
Gong,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minny Pops,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brothers Johnson,
Goldenarms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
KRS-One,
Max Romeo,
Absolute Body Control,
Bob Dylan,
Los Fastidios,
Audionom,
Joe Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Yusef Lateef,
Banda Bassotti,
DNA,
Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
Hardrive,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra,
John Lydon,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
Zapp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Motorama,
The Seeds,
Von Mondo,
U.S. Maple,
Lakeside,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.