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 Grenada and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deakin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blancmange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day,
Man Parrish,
Scan 7,
Mars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth,
The Count Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül,
Swell Maps,
Hasil Adkins,
Cymande,
Bronski Beat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott Heron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Essential Logic,
The Gories,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barry Ungar,
Rekid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Mills,
kango's stein massive,
Dead Boys,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
The Leaves,
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arab on Radar,
Accadde A,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Angels of Light,
Black Bananas,
The Blackbyrds,
World's Most,
Marc Almond,
The Dave Clark Five,
Malaria!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division,
the Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.