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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Panda Bear to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
JFA,
Hashim,
Tim Buckley,
Rotary Connection,
Animal Collective,
ABBA,
Jacques Brel,
Section 25,
The Blues Magoos,
Vladislav Delay,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Motions,
Masters at Work,
Stereo Dub,
World's Most,
Black Sheep,
The Leaves,
John Lydon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sixth Finger,
K-Klass,
Lyres,
Can,
Tom Boy,
Gang of Four,
Y Pants,
F. McDonald,
Sandy B,
Barrington Levy,
The Mojo Men,
Mr. Review,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Gang Starr,
the Normal,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Swans,
The Fire Engines,
John Cale,
The Pop Group,
Kenny Larkin,
Ice-T,
Scan 7,
Black Flag,
Pantaleimon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gun Club,
Stockholm Monsters,
Juan Atkins,
Oblivians,
Simply Red,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Derrick Morgan,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Görl,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.