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 Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 The Gladiators to the disco 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Ossler,
Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neu!,
Country Teasers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source,
Jandek,
The Selecter,
Franke,
The Evens,
Anakelly,
Tubeway Army,
Black Pus,
Grey Daturas,
The Red Krayola,
Japan,
Saccharine Trust,
Interpol,
Masters at Work,
Babytalk,
Piero Umiliani,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mars,
The Leaves,
Wolf Eyes,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultimate Spinach,
One Last Wish,
Rod Modell,
Eli Mardock,
Agitation Free,
Duran Duran,
The Mummies,
New Order,
Janne Schatter,
Negative Approach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pagans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Subhumans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gories,
Terry Callier,
Camberwell Now,
Crispy Ambulance,
In Retrospect,
Colin Newman,
Intrusion,
Sight & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Buzzcocks,
John Foxx,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Groovy Waters,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.