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 Mongolia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Velvet Underground to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Buzzcocks,
Loose Ends,
Camberwell Now,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eddi Front,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funky Four + One,
Blancmange,
Ultravox,
Erykah Badu,
Sandy B,
Dennis Brown,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed,
Fear,
The Slackers,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smiths,
Icehouse,
U.S. Maple,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
The Names,
Tubeway Army,
Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sight & Sound,
The Human League,
Deakin,
X-101,
ABC,
Gichy Dan,
Suburban Knight,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yellowson,
The Sound,
Camouflage,
Maleditus Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül II,
Kerrie Biddell,
Main Source,
Cecil Taylor,
Wolf Eyes,
Rakim,
The Cramps,
Jacques Brel,
Ponytail,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.