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 Uzbekistan and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Motions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
Idris Muhammad,
Oneida,
Intrusion,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fat Boys,
Agitation Free,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MC5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minny Pops,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
Josef K,
Barry Ungar,
The Red Krayola,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
Pussy Galore,
Blancmange,
Agent Orange,
Byron Stingily,
The Slits,
JFA,
Radio Birdman,
The Gun Club,
Severed Heads,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deakin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kurtis Blow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lungfish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Schoolly D,
Little Man,
Blossom Toes,
The Shadows of Knight,
E-Dancer,
Rotary Connection,
The Wake,
Bluetip,
Niagra,
Scrapy,
AZ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Connie Case,
the Association,
Ronnie Foster,
the Germs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
The Angels of Light,
Half Japanese,
Marmalade,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.