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 Albania and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 ABC to the jazz 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brass Construction,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Hill,
Ice-T,
Letta Mbulu,
ABBA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brick,
Oneida,
The Vogues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Al Stewart,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tres Demented,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mars,
Joy Division,
Erykah Badu,
Tom Boy,
Ultravox,
Saccharine Trust,
Colin Newman,
H. Thieme,
Rod Modell,
Nas,
Eve St. Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
Minor Threat,
These Immortal Souls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Interpol,
Chris Corsano,
Tim Buckley,
Intrusion,
Minnie Riperton,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Buckinghams,
Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Parry Music,
cv313,
The Red Krayola,
The Moleskins,
David McCallum,
Thee Headcoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shoche,
Alphaville,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Donald Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
The Stooges,
In Retrospect,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.