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 Russia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Neu! to the funk 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dave Gahan,
Josef K,
Roger Hodgson,
Darondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Lynne,
T. Rex,
Technova,
Nik Kershaw,
L. Decosne,
Judy Mowatt,
Amazonics,
Q and Not U,
Duran Duran,
The Kinks,
The Residents,
Smog,
Minor Threat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Martian,
Mr. Review,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Angels of Light,
Camberwell Now,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Index,
Joe Finger,
The Trojans,
Half Japanese,
The Standells,
The Stooges,
The Vogues,
Quando Quango,
Hardrive,
Spandau Ballet,
Alton Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Danielle Patucci,
Skarface,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalo Schifrin,
Procol Harum,
Jawbox,
Eve St. Jones,
F. McDonald,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aswad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drexciya,
Anthony Braxton,
Goldenarms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faraquet,
Graham Central Station,
Sällskapet,
Cecil Taylor,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.