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 Cameroon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Swell Maps to the punk 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Halsall,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Tremeloes,
LL Cool J,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxy Music,
The Seeds,
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pretty Things,
The Misunderstood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Judy Mowatt,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Normal,
The Index,
Tubeway Army,
Henry Cow,
Vainqueur,
Juan Atkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings,
Silicon Teens,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Style,
Soul II Soul,
Peter & Gordon,
Cheater Slicks,
Second Layer,
OOIOO,
The Dead C,
Sarah Menescal,
Arab on Radar,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Bourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aswad,
Faust,
Robert Görl,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moleskins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DNA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skaos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Underground Resistance,
Hasil Adkins,
Arcadia,
The Leaves,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aural Exciters,
Gang of Four,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.