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 Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Royal Trux to the punk 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fat Boys,
Faraquet,
Tres Demented,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bluetip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sound,
Joy Division,
Altered Images,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Max Romeo,
cv313,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siglo XX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roger Hodgson,
Cal Tjader,
Ultra Naté,
The Kinks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boredoms,
The Fugs,
The Evens,
Minny Pops,
The Fall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sarah Menescal,
Carl Craig,
These Immortal Souls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gun Club,
Saccharine Trust,
Hasil Adkins,
Rod Modell,
Gong,
The Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Rotary Connection,
The Modern Lovers,
Chrome,
Schoolly D,
Nils Olav,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.