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 South Africa 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Delon & Dalcan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Smiths,
the Normal,
Sun Ra,
Chris & Cosey,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cramps,
The American Breed,
Bauhaus,
The Durutti Column,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
Stiv Bators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Guru Guru,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Agitation Free,
Kayak,
Motorama,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Angels of Light,
Royal Trux,
The Searchers,
The Moleskins,
Black Pus,
Mark Hollis,
Crash Course in Science,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Techniques,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Fugazi,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
Trumans Water,
Vladislav Delay,
Warren Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Walker Brothers,
Echospace,
Joey Negro,
The Count Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
The Fuzztones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Bob Dylan,
48th St. Collective,
Adolescents,
One Last Wish,
The Modern Lovers,
The Remains,
the Swans,
Erasure,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.