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 Burkina 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Searchers 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blackbyrds,
Blossom Toes,
cv313,
UT,
OOIOO,
Graham Central Station,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warren Ellis,
Television,
The Litter,
Yazoo,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Fraelich,
Fat Boys,
Organ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
Aloha Tigers,
Suburban Knight,
Carl Craig,
China Crisis,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
the Normal,
Deepchord,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slick Rick,
the Swans,
Slave,
Ten City,
Negative Approach,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J,
Mantronix,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rekid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crooked Eye,
Rites of Spring,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minnie Riperton,
Cymande,
Visage,
KRS-One,
Joensuu 1685,
Banda Bassotti,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moby Grape,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
K-Klass,
The Cramps,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.