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 Finland and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Bill Near to the jazz 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Kaleidoscope,
The Real Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moebius,
Nico,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Wire,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dead C,
Deadbeat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Guru Guru,
Derrick May,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Sheep,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bronski Beat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Jandek,
Tres Demented,
Josef K,
U.S. Maple,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cowsills,
Make Up,
Mars,
Motorama,
Gang Green,
The Leaves,
Cheater Slicks,
Index,
Wasted Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Womack,
Can,
Eurythmics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Loose Ends,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
Simply Red,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Sparks,
The Searchers,
The Move,
John Foxx,
Arab on Radar,
Dark Day,
Robert Wyatt,
CMW,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.