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 Saudi Arabia and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the crunk 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Offenders,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
MDC,
Malaria!,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxy Music,
Glenn Branca,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arcadia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Beau Brummels,
Essential Logic,
Connie Case,
Al Stewart,
the Germs,
The Busters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Graham Central Station,
The Associates,
Archie Shepp,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blues Magoos,
Rapeman,
World's Most,
Bill Wells,
Minny Pops,
Magazine,
Pierre Henry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Theoretical Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Moon,
The Modern Lovers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nirvana,
Ohio Players,
Bronski Beat,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Grey Daturas,
The Fall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Dolphy,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Howard Jones,
The Five Americans,
Shoche,
This Heat,
Mo-Dettes,
The Selecter,
Lungfish,
Rotary Connection,
Bluetip,
Sällskapet,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.