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 Samoa and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalann to the electroclash 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Lynne,
Pussy Galore,
La Düsseldorf,
Subhumans,
Hoover,
The Gories,
The Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monolake,
D'Angelo,
Can,
Buzzcocks,
Q65,
ABC,
Graham Central Station,
DNA,
Half Japanese,
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Görl,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Busters,
DJ Sneak,
The Saints,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bauhaus,
Dawn Penn,
Blossom Toes,
Spandau Ballet,
Isaac Hayes,
Alton Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
Magma,
Y Pants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Accadde A,
Cybotron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marine Girls,
Vainqueur,
LL Cool J,
Howard Jones,
Organ,
Underground Resistance,
Severed Heads,
Sound Behaviour,
The Kinks,
Sällskapet,
Fatback Band,
World's Most,
June Days,
Fear,
X-102,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick May,
June of 44,
Scrapy,
Sonic Youth,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.