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 Colombia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
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 oboe 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 Fugs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Marmalade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wolf Eyes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Depeche Mode,
Reagan Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
The Martian,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deakin,
Rapeman,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Altered Images,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arab on Radar,
Skaos,
Lou Christie,
Barry Ungar,
Hot Snakes,
Qualms,
The Modern Lovers,
Prince Buster,
Black Bananas,
Bush Tetras,
Chrome,
Minnie Riperton,
Nils Olav,
Faust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Lydon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grey Daturas,
Panda Bear,
Fugazi,
Oblivians,
Rekid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Enemy,
JFA,
Clear Light,
Supertramp,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Starr,
Sandy B,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.