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 Qatar and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Peter and Kerry to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Foxx,
June Days,
Oblivians,
Au Pairs,
CMW,
The New Christs,
Idris Muhammad,
L. Decosne,
Surgeon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane,
MC5,
Roxy Music,
Vainqueur,
Ken Boothe,
Cal Tjader,
The Cure,
F. McDonald,
Pylon,
Tim Buckley,
Skarface,
Model 500,
Brand Nubian,
Sister Nancy,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Machine,
Simply Red,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
Thee Headcoats,
cv313,
The Pretty Things,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
The Evens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crooked Eye,
The Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Marine Girls,
Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Essential Logic,
Eddi Front,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerri Chandler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
The Red Krayola,
The Blues Magoos,
Mars,
The Fugs,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.