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 Samoa and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pretty Things,
Babytalk,
Pole,
Organ,
Severed Heads,
Icehouse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kaleidoscope,
Cal Tjader,
Sugar Minott,
Agitation Free,
The Mummies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tommy Roe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Can,
The Sound,
Masters at Work,
Duran Duran,
Howard Jones,
Negative Approach,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Wells,
Franke,
The Cowsills,
Ossler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deadbeat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unrelated Segments,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
The Cosmic Jokers,
La Düsseldorf,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Minor Threat,
Lower 48,
Bobby Sherman,
Panda Bear,
The Martian,
Cameo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythm & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Juan Atkins,
Boredoms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spandau Ballet,
Sarah Menescal,
Nico,
Pussy Galore,
The Litter,
The Dirtbombs,
Pagans,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.