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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Average White Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Half Japanese,
Cecil Taylor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
Carl Craig,
The Associates,
Mad Mike,
Livin' Joy,
Desert Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Siglo XX,
Tom Boy,
The Grass Roots,
Nils Olav,
The Last Poets,
Jawbox,
AZ,
Donald Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
The Shadows of Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Drexciya,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Pus,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends,
Von Mondo,
Skriet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Ice-T,
The Cramps,
Crooked Eye,
The Remains,
Ronnie Foster,
Groovy Waters,
Magazine,
Echospace,
Pantytec,
Scientists,
Audionom,
The Moleskins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Anakelly,
Newcleus,
The Saints,
Toni Rubio,
Lindisfarne,
These Immortal Souls,
Schoolly D,
Porter Ricks,
In Retrospect,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABC,
The Invisible,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cybotron,
Barry Ungar,
Angry Samoans,
Kurtis Blow,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.