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 Netherlands and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Quantec,
Fluxion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slackers,
Pere Ubu,
Ohio Players,
Kayak,
Soft Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Cal Tjader,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arcadia,
Junior Murvin,
World's Most,
The Young Rascals,
Radio Birdman,
Mad Mike,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Cecil Taylor,
Blancmange,
The Kinks,
Deepchord,
Model 500,
Shoche,
Scan 7,
Liliput,
The Gun Club,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxy Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monochrome Set,
Tim Buckley,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Danielle Patucci,
Nirvana,
the Association,
Zero Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Juan Atkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Y Pants,
David McCallum,
Bobby Sherman,
Mission of Burma,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Halsall,
The Star Department,
Visage,
Robert Hood,
X-101,
Eddi Front,
Drexciya,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.