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 Estonia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
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 sitar 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Shoche,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Guru Guru,
The Fuzztones,
Inner City,
Gang of Four,
Ohio Players,
Cameo,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
Infiniti,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dead C,
Robert Hood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Agent Orange,
Warren Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ponytail,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joy Division,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cecil Taylor,
David Axelrod,
Flash Fearless,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moody Blues,
Bob Dylan,
Vainqueur,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Depeche Mode,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bad Manners,
Slick Rick,
D'Angelo,
Faust,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.