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 United States and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bush Tetras to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Age Steppers,
Radiohead,
Scratch Acid,
Basic Channel,
Mantronix,
Con Funk Shun,
Kenny Larkin,
Oneida,
Tom Boy,
Patti Smith,
Malaria!,
Cheater Slicks,
Bluetip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Danielle Patucci,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme,
The Mojo Men,
Barry Ungar,
Archie Shepp,
Monks,
Supertramp,
Fluxion,
Franke,
Aaron Thompson,
Television Personalities,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Holt,
Interpol,
Dark Day,
Darondo,
Toni Rubio,
The Five Americans,
Quando Quango,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gabor Szabo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pylon,
Symarip,
Ornette Coleman,
Marvin Gaye,
Joensuu 1685,
Agent Orange,
Ronan,
The Happenings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Germs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Steve Hackett,
Outsiders,
Glambeats Corp.,
E-Dancer,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.