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 Czech Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
China Crisis,
Ponytail,
Masters at Work,
Can,
The Velvet Underground,
Traffic Nightmare,
Byron Stingily,
Fear,
The Slackers,
UT,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hoover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flipper,
Lou Reed,
The Durutti Column,
Livin' Joy,
Con Funk Shun,
Eurythmics,
Black Moon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New York Dolls,
The Dead C,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
The Gories,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neu!,
Brick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alphaville,
Bill Wells,
The Barracudas,
Bob Dylan,
Soulsonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warren Ellis,
Warsaw,
Sight & Sound,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Brand Nubian,
Nas,
DJ Style,
Infiniti,
Duran Duran,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Buzzcocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Connie Case,
Basic Channel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Knickerbockers,
Wire,
Aswad,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.