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 Albania and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 Darondo to the funk 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Supertramp,
Neil Young,
Freddie Wadling,
the Slits,
Flash Fearless,
The J.B.'s,
Maleditus Sound,
The United States of America,
T. Rex,
Buzzcocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Icehouse,
The Vogues,
E-Dancer,
Leonard Cohen,
Mad Mike,
Terry Callier,
Blossom Toes,
Funkadelic,
The Young Rascals,
Marmalade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Surgeon,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June Days,
Fluxion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Banda Bassotti,
Scion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Metal Thangz,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Leaves,
Bauhaus,
Blake Baxter,
Siglo XX,
K-Klass,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T.S.O.L.,
The Walker Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Clear Light,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxy Music,
Eli Mardock,
Soulsonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Sheep,
Tears for Fears,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Throbbing Gristle,
F. McDonald,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.