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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Gang Dance to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T 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?
Jacob Miller,
New York Dolls,
Nirvana,
Jandek,
Rakim,
Smog,
Maurizio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Althea and Donna,
Harry Pussy,
Alison Limerick,
Tres Demented,
Yazoo,
Mandrill,
Ronan,
Patti Smith,
Heaven 17,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Icehouse,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cal Tjader,
The Standells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joy Division,
The Stooges,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suburban Knight,
China Crisis,
Severed Heads,
The Knickerbockers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yaz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Velvet Underground,
Dead Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Gang of Four,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cowsills,
Excepter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sparks,
This Heat,
Idris Muhammad,
Angry Samoans,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suicide,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül,
Roxy Music,
Das Ding,
The Trojans,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.