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 Lebanon and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grunge 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Leonard Cohen,
The Music Machine,
Tres Demented,
The Vogues,
The Mummies,
Oblivians,
Saccharine Trust,
The Divine Comedy,
John Foxx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Easy Going,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funkadelic,
Dark Day,
Can,
The Happenings,
a-ha,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grey Daturas,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deepchord,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Skatalites,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pagans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül II,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sex Pistols,
Rekid,
Anthony Braxton,
The Litter,
New Age Steppers,
Chrome,
Dead Boys,
Metal Thangz,
ABBA,
Brand Nubian,
Magma,
The Star Department,
The Leaves,
Nik Kershaw,
Rotary Connection,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
Bush Tetras,
Make Up,
Brothers Johnson,
Gerry Rafferty,
KRS-One,
Angry Samoans,
FM Einheit,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.