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 Dominica and from Shanghai.
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 Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Durutti Column to the jazz 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Desert Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Byrd,
Whodini,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mark Hollis,
This Heat,
Max Romeo,
The Sound,
Das Ding,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Tom Boy,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25,
New York Dolls,
Visage,
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wasted Youth,
Terry Callier,
Easy Going,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reagan Youth,
Make Up,
Pulsallama,
Ultravox,
Rekid,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Teasers,
Animal Collective,
Lou Christie,
The Fuzztones,
Black Sheep,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Birthday Party,
The Moody Blues,
A Certain Ratio,
Barry Ungar,
Peter & Gordon,
The Young Rascals,
Deadbeat,
Bill Near,
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gap Band,
The Saints,
F. McDonald,
Massinfluence,
Cluster,
Patti Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.