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 Switzerland and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Bill Near 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Anthony Braxton,
Deadbeat,
Kayak,
Sex Pistols,
Siglo XX,
Joensuu 1685,
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
Pierre Henry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alphaville,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Index,
Scrapy,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
Ten City,
Charles Mingus,
T.S.O.L.,
The Count Five,
Neil Young,
Alton Ellis,
Gong,
Joe Finger,
Rapeman,
The Standells,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül,
The Barracudas,
The Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Normal,
Duran Duran,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Hood,
Fad Gadget,
Sandy B,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skaos,
48th St. Collective,
Steve Hackett,
The Five Americans,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Halsall,
Average White Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Toasters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
Ronan,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.