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 Nigeria 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Altered Images to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Black Sheep,
Janne Schatter,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Audionom,
The United States of America,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Evens,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Dolphy,
Outsiders,
Leonard Cohen,
Yusef Lateef,
Crooked Eye,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fugs,
The Victims,
Minutemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Livin' Joy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerri Chandler,
B.T. Express,
Lower 48,
The Moleskins,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalann,
Man Parrish,
Eurythmics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantytec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zapp,
The Raincoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scan 7,
Severed Heads,
Sister Nancy,
Cluster,
MDC,
Aural Exciters,
Popol Vuh,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alison Limerick,
Pylon,
Slick Rick,
The Smoke,
Derrick May,
The Tremeloes,
JFA,
Fad Gadget,
Minor Threat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quadrant,
Matthew Halsall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.