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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 The Electric Prunes to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Byron Stingily,
New Order,
Charles Mingus,
Sight & Sound,
The New Christs,
Joe Finger,
The Stooges,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultravox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Niagra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Au Pairs,
Newcleus,
The Leaves,
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dead Boys,
The Star Department,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mantronix,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Evens,
Bang On A Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Con Funk Shun,
the Fania All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Rosa Yemen,
Section 25,
Godley & Creme,
Pagans,
Glenn Branca,
Darondo,
Cluster,
Wire,
Terry Callier,
Bill Wells,
Joy Division,
The Grass Roots,
Dave Gahan,
The Buckinghams,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Audionom,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Basic Channel,
H. Thieme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
K-Klass,
The Birthday Party,
China Crisis,
Joensuu 1685,
Kenny Larkin,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.