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 Dominica and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skaos to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gun Club,
Schoolly D,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dual Sessions,
The Fall,
Bush Tetras,
Joey Negro,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
Reagan Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Qualms,
Das Ding,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Fraelich,
The Leaves,
The Gap Band,
a-ha,
Rod Modell,
Pussy Galore,
Camouflage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sex Pistols,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zapp,
The Move,
Archie Shepp,
Alison Limerick,
Kenny Larkin,
Pylon,
Von Mondo,
the Slits,
Ituana,
Delta 5,
Lalann,
Blancmange,
The Music Machine,
The Mummies,
Matthew Halsall,
Mad Mike,
Pantytec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faraquet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cymande,
Porter Ricks,
Wire,
Marine Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Finger,
Yellowson,
Tom Boy,
Swell Maps,
Essential Logic,
The Red Krayola,
Sun City Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Minnie Riperton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.