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 Kenya and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
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 linndrum 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 Arcadia to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Certain Ratio,
Neu!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arcadia,
The Fall,
Youth Brigade,
Camouflage,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire,
Mandrill,
Kurtis Blow,
Index,
The Last Poets,
The Saints,
Altered Images,
X-102,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fatback Band,
The Durutti Column,
John Lydon,
Yaz,
Wally Richardson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Zeros,
The Mojo Men,
Oneida,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharoah Sanders,
One Last Wish,
Blake Baxter,
The Stooges,
Howard Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
The Barracudas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pretty Things,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fluxion,
Brand Nubian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Don Cherry,
Icehouse,
U.S. Maple,
The Birthday Party,
Warren Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
Donald Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
Slick Rick,
Ten City,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.