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 Nauru and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Echospace to the dance 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Bob Dylan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Pus,
Davy DMX,
X-102,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
Stereo Dub,
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
Stetsasonic,
New Order,
Goldenarms,
Angry Samoans,
Iggy Pop,
L. Decosne,
MDC,
Icehouse,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eurythmics,
Camouflage,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Y Pants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Letta Mbulu,
Cecil Taylor,
Hasil Adkins,
Joey Negro,
Public Enemy,
New York Dolls,
the Bar-Kays,
Fifty Foot Hose,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
The Pop Group,
The Birthday Party,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
The Martian,
Fugazi,
Babytalk,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang of Four,
Sällskapet,
Arcadia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blake Baxter,
Blossom Toes,
Procol Harum,
Quando Quango,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.