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 Congo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Outsiders to the dance 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
A Certain Ratio,
Altered Images,
Ultra Naté,
Thee Headcoats,
Main Source,
La Düsseldorf,
Joey Negro,
Pantytec,
The Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Womack,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
Dead Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
Crime,
The Busters,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Leaves,
Neu!,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Wells,
Amazonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Prince Buster,
Roxy Music,
The Trojans,
Ultravox,
The Gap Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
Adolescents,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Fraelich,
The Kinks,
EPMD,
Fela Kuti,
T. Rex,
Sam Rivers,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Normal,
The Count Five,
Roxette,
Mars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Young Rascals,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
Nirvana,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.