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 Maldives and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
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 guitar 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 Mighty Diamonds to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
Deepchord,
Parry Music,
Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ossler,
Easy Going,
The Index,
U.S. Maple,
Dawn Penn,
Bronski Beat,
Kayak,
Sonic Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Divine Comedy,
Nas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Severed Heads,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slave,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
Gang Green,
Jerry Gold Smith,
EPMD,
Cybotron,
Vladislav Delay,
Graham Central Station,
Urselle,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Martian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wire,
Scion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minutemen,
Funky Four + One,
Rod Modell,
Juan Atkins,
Howard Jones,
The Real Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Flamin' Groovies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Inner City,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick Morgan,
Joy Division,
The Buckinghams,
Wolf Eyes,
Ituana,
New York Dolls,
The Moleskins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Excepter,
Susan Cadogan,
Swans,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.