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 France and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Iggy Pop to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Babytalk,
The Selecter,
Q and Not U,
Hardrive,
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites,
Morten Harket,
The Slackers,
The Monochrome Set,
OOIOO,
Stockholm Monsters,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
Gong,
Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Rotary Connection,
Suicide,
Ultravox,
X-101,
Byron Stingily,
Loose Ends,
Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
The Invisible,
Tropical Tobacco,
Carl Craig,
The Red Krayola,
Echospace,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
China Crisis,
Tubeway Army,
Rites of Spring,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
Yellowson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sex Pistols,
T. Rex,
Black Sheep,
Crash Course in Science,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronan,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Motions,
Vladislav Delay,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.