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 Senegal and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 The Standells to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Loose Ends,
Visage,
Yaz,
The Moleskins,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
Desert Stars,
Mr. Review,
Magma,
The Monks,
Ronan,
Kayak,
Deadbeat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Busters,
The Walker Brothers,
Mars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wasted Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Wells,
Youth Brigade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quadrant,
Tubeway Army,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
This Heat,
Zero Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Danielle Patucci,
Dennis Brown,
D'Angelo,
In Retrospect,
Sam Rivers,
Aural Exciters,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Intrusion,
Guru Guru,
John Holt,
Skaos,
Smog,
Swans,
Royal Trux,
Prince Buster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Bowie,
Flipper,
Deakin,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.