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 Rwanda and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Von Mondo to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Lyres,
Fad Gadget,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Josef K,
Kerrie Biddell,
Leonard Cohen,
Television,
Warsaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quando Quango,
The Victims,
Vainqueur,
Adolescents,
The Count Five,
Section 25,
The Flesh Eaters,
Colin Newman,
The Kinks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ituana,
Monolake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Vogues,
Second Layer,
The New Christs,
Jerry's Kids,
Aswad,
Scott Walker,
Glenn Branca,
The Techniques,
Unrelated Segments,
Flash Fearless,
China Crisis,
the Normal,
Parry Music,
Andrew Hill,
Agent Orange,
The Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stereo Dub,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fuzztones,
Junior Murvin,
The Pop Group,
Deakin,
Jawbox,
The Toasters,
The Fugs,
the Slits,
Lakeside,
Dead Boys,
John Foxx,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.