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 Bhutan and from Delhi.
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 Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Sherman to the rock 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
Visage,
Erykah Badu,
Suicide,
The Blackbyrds,
One Last Wish,
The Index,
Hot Snakes,
L. Decosne,
The Gladiators,
This Heat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Wyatt,
Banda Bassotti,
New Age Steppers,
Lakeside,
The Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Idris Muhammad,
Boz Scaggs,
Japan,
Shoche,
Judy Mowatt,
Hardrive,
Accadde A,
Aaron Thompson,
The Searchers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Iggy Pop,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
FM Einheit,
Ohio Players,
Boredoms,
Infiniti,
The Buckinghams,
The Busters,
Prince Buster,
Half Japanese,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick May,
The Leaves,
D'Angelo,
Minutemen,
Procol Harum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sparks,
Subhumans,
Cybotron,
The Slits,
Nils Olav,
Newcleus,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare,
Sun City Girls,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quando Quango,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.