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 Mongolia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Howard Jones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Easy Going,
Young Marble Giants,
June of 44,
Soulsonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
David Bowie,
Organ,
Youth Brigade,
Supertramp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mission of Burma,
Judy Mowatt,
Aaron Thompson,
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
The Moleskins,
Lungfish,
Arthur Verocai,
Funky Four + One,
The Star Department,
Pulsallama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Average White Band,
Andrew Hill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Parry Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
X-Ray Spex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Association,
Underground Resistance,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
Cheater Slicks,
Ice-T,
the Swans,
Todd Terry,
R.M.O.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kurtis Blow,
Aswad,
The Fortunes,
Dave Gahan,
The Red Krayola,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
OOIOO,
Crispian St. Peters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Model 500,
Ludus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.