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 Andorra and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 Godley & Creme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Intrusion,
The Stooges,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Adolescents,
The Sound,
Bluetip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Swans,
Infiniti,
Livin' Joy,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare,
The Mojo Men,
Mad Mike,
Circle Jerks,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators,
Cameo,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül,
Surgeon,
Erasure,
Tres Demented,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
Kurtis Blow,
Radio Birdman,
Sarah Menescal,
The Busters,
Nas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Hill,
Negative Approach,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
The Walker Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
Altered Images,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Zeros,
Joe Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Starr,
Half Japanese,
Ponytail,
New Age Steppers,
Unwound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boredoms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James White and The Blacks,
The J.B.'s,
Pole,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.