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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Blossom Toes to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Average White Band,
The Litter,
Aswad,
June Days,
Jeff Mills,
Parry Music,
The Raincoats,
Masters at Work,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
KRS-One,
Massinfluence,
Oblivians,
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy,
The Mummies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Section 25,
Pussy Galore,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed,
One Last Wish,
Eric Dolphy,
Monks,
Basic Channel,
Second Layer,
The Gap Band,
Wire,
The Invisible,
Vainqueur,
Scrapy,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
Alphaville,
Derrick Morgan,
L. Decosne,
Suburban Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Mars,
Funkadelic,
The Dave Clark Five,
K-Klass,
Roxy Music,
Echospace,
Television,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shoche,
Visage,
Con Funk Shun,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Qualms,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.