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 Netherlands and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 These Immortal Souls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deadbeat,
Depeche Mode,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Accadde A,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Althea and Donna,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faust,
Wolf Eyes,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeru the Damaja,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
L. Decosne,
Cameo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bob Dylan,
Gichy Dan,
Thompson Twins,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola,
The Gories,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The American Breed,
Nirvana,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr,
The Five Americans,
Ronan,
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
Inner City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Near,
Aaron Thompson,
The Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cecil Taylor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erykah Badu,
Jawbox,
Fad Gadget,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
Bobby Sherman,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.