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 China and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Liliput,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacob Miller,
Kurtis Blow,
Warren Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Tremeloes,
Hoover,
Peter & Gordon,
Ice-T,
Gregory Isaacs,
Parry Music,
Camberwell Now,
The Beau Brummels,
Intrusion,
B.T. Express,
Glambeats Corp.,
The United States of America,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Massinfluence,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
The Monks,
Drexciya,
The Remains,
Skarface,
Das Ding,
Newcleus,
The Vogues,
Pylon,
Gong,
Aaron Thompson,
Mantronix,
In Retrospect,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Music Machine,
The Litter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June of 44,
Charles Mingus,
The Standells,
Section 25,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis,
Animal Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Copeland,
The Blackbyrds,
Bauhaus,
Au Pairs,
Reuben Wilson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kenny Larkin,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.