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 Liechtenstein and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Robert Palmer 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 Fear to the crunk 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Al Stewart,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T. Rex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Pantaleimon,
Shoche,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Order,
Wasted Youth,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
Juan Atkins,
Urselle,
Whodini,
Marvin Gaye,
Barry Ungar,
Blancmange,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Carl Craig,
Organ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Knickerbockers,
Talk Talk,
Circle Jerks,
The Doors,
Bluetip,
Duran Duran,
Camouflage,
The Stooges,
Jacques Brel,
Swell Maps,
Gang of Four,
Quando Quango,
Vladislav Delay,
Angry Samoans,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Lungfish,
Skarface,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pere Ubu,
David McCallum,
The Gories,
Harmonia,
These Immortal Souls,
Altered Images,
Scientists,
Joy Division,
Laurel Aitken,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.