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 Bhutan and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
the Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Graham Central Station,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jawbox,
The Monochrome Set,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kas Product,
Jeff Lynne,
EPMD,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Wyatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delta 5,
The Red Krayola,
Piero Umiliani,
Oblivians,
Derrick May,
Morten Harket,
Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
China Crisis,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unwound,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amazonics,
Stereo Dub,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Raincoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Magazine,
MDC,
The Neon Judgement,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
Eden Ahbez,
Malaria!,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Niagra,
Symarip,
Blancmange,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Womack,
Nico,
Fela Kuti,
Faust,
Black Moon,
Slave,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Thee Headcoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nik Kershaw,
48th St. Collective,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.