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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Eric Dolphy to the rock 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Cybotron,
UT,
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club,
Oblivians,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scrapy,
Altered Images,
The Doobie Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Man Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
The Velvet Underground,
New York Dolls,
Tres Demented,
Duran Duran,
Lungfish,
Make Up,
Fatback Band,
Mission of Burma,
Nas,
Joe Finger,
EPMD,
Aural Exciters,
Underground Resistance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vainqueur,
Al Stewart,
John Holt,
Kurtis Blow,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Hill,
MC5,
The Count Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Dolphy,
The Grass Roots,
Judy Mowatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Foxx,
The Victims,
The Knickerbockers,
The Offenders,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
Schoolly D,
Joy Division,
The Cure,
Symarip,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skriet,
Depeche Mode,
Quantec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.