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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Letta Mbulu to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ludus,
Lyres,
Goldenarms,
Au Pairs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter and Kerry,
JFA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Fraelich,
Main Source,
Scion,
The Velvet Underground,
Groovy Waters,
Sun City Girls,
The Smoke,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blues Magoos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mark Hollis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marvin Gaye,
The Victims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Excepter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantaleimon,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
The Misunderstood,
Aswad,
Smog,
Stiv Bators,
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier,
Alton Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronan,
La Düsseldorf,
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.