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 Turkmenistan and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Unrelated Segments,
Smog,
T. Rex,
Matthew Bourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Boredoms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed,
The Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fuzztones,
The Names,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stetsasonic,
LL Cool J,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Altered Images,
Danielle Patucci,
The Remains,
Loose Ends,
Television Personalities,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suburban Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DNA,
Ituana,
New Age Steppers,
The Moody Blues,
Franke,
Warren Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monks,
Ronan,
The Durutti Column,
Black Moon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D,
Saccharine Trust,
The Divine Comedy,
The Busters,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Carl Craig,
Hashim,
The Red Krayola,
Hardrive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wolf Eyes,
Fela Kuti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nico,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.