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 Malawi and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
EPMD,
Todd Terry,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
The Vogues,
Henry Cow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suicide,
Lightning Bolt,
Cal Tjader,
the Slits,
Television,
Blossom Toes,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang of Four,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang On A Can,
Faraquet,
Pulsallama,
Organ,
Deadbeat,
The Human League,
Cymande,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall,
Thee Headcoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Remains,
Black Moon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
This Heat,
Jeff Lynne,
MC5,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiohead,
The Kinks,
Bad Manners,
ABC,
The Tremeloes,
Quantec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Theoretical Girls,
Visage,
Marine Girls,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
The Happenings,
Pylon,
Slick Rick,
kango's stein massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Morten Harket,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Mills,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.