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 Jordan and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 One Last Wish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Radiohead,
Laurel Aitken,
Liliput,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacob Miller,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drexciya,
Stiv Bators,
The Velvet Underground,
Glenn Branca,
Marvin Gaye,
PIL,
The Evens,
Matthew Halsall,
Banda Bassotti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
Duran Duran,
Buzzcocks,
The Young Rascals,
Throbbing Gristle,
The J.B.'s,
Can,
Hashim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Wasted Youth,
Schoolly D,
The Fortunes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Make Up,
FM Einheit,
Susan Cadogan,
Dead Boys,
Scientists,
Monolake,
Essential Logic,
The Doors,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Von Mondo,
Bauhaus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lungfish,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
Organ,
Procol Harum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.