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 Finland and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Zero Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
L. Decosne,
Nils Olav,
The Velvet Underground,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Newcleus,
Fatback Band,
Oblivians,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Ornette Coleman,
Funkadelic,
Ultravox,
Monolake,
Howard Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mark Hollis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lakeside,
Absolute Body Control,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Slits,
The Busters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fear,
Royal Trux,
Tres Demented,
a-ha,
The Doors,
Hasil Adkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Don Cherry,
The Gories,
Bush Tetras,
Patti Smith,
The Count Five,
Lalann,
The Remains,
Organ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
U.S. Maple,
Minny Pops,
Faust,
The Raincoats,
Fluxion,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.