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 Libya and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Steve Hackett to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Terry Callier,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Enemy,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Max Romeo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
Gong,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erasure,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The American Breed,
Graham Central Station,
Ossler,
Average White Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Subhumans,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Wells,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues,
Trumans Water,
D'Angelo,
Pagans,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
Con Funk Shun,
Rapeman,
Jacques Brel,
The Move,
Arthur Verocai,
Bluetip,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ice-T,
The New Christs,
Guru Guru,
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
Scan 7,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.