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 Greece and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Main Source to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Cheater Slicks,
Grauzone,
Porter Ricks,
Steve Hackett,
Harry Pussy,
Dave Gahan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thompson Twins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zapp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cramps,
FM Einheit,
The Mojo Men,
Mantronix,
T.S.O.L.,
Terry Callier,
Soulsonic Force,
Josef K,
The Last Poets,
Boz Scaggs,
Symarip,
Connie Case,
Quadrant,
Jawbox,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
Robert Görl,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Metal Thangz,
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sparks,
Saccharine Trust,
Agent Orange,
Moss Icon,
Unwound,
Pantaleimon,
The Divine Comedy,
Cameo,
Amon Düül II,
Warsaw,
a-ha,
Joy Division,
Camberwell Now,
Outsiders,
Lyres,
the Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deepchord,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.