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 Bangladesh 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Todd Rundgren to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marmalade,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
ABBA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Lynne,
Alice Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
The Fortunes,
Jacques Brel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fluxion,
David Axelrod,
John Foxx,
The American Breed,
Panda Bear,
Hashim,
The Fuzztones,
Livin' Joy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cheater Slicks,
Joey Negro,
Erasure,
Carl Craig,
Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Excepter,
Model 500,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Moon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
Chris & Cosey,
The Count Five,
The Stooges,
Television Personalities,
Crime,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry's Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Warsaw,
Stereo Dub,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Oneida,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul II Soul,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pretty Things,
The Sound,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.