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 Nicaragua and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pagans to the electroclash 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Fluxion,
Sparks,
Cameo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Beau Brummels,
Lakeside,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hot Snakes,
Sister Nancy,
Nico,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radio Birdman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Iggy Pop,
The Blackbyrds,
Idris Muhammad,
ABBA,
Young Marble Giants,
The Skatalites,
Basic Channel,
Derrick May,
Nik Kershaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blake Baxter,
Arthur Verocai,
Monolake,
Magazine,
Stereo Dub,
Procol Harum,
Deepchord,
The Move,
Steve Hackett,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
Sandy B,
B.T. Express,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harry Pussy,
Pantytec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül II,
Subhumans,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
Brand Nubian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rekid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Style,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amazonics,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.