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 Poland and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Delta 5 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Cecil Taylor,
Guru Guru,
Lakeside,
Moebius,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABBA,
Schoolly D,
Deakin,
Eve St. Jones,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Almond,
Eddi Front,
10cc,
Fat Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aswad,
The Young Rascals,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Delta 5,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
Alice Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Leonard Cohen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wasted Youth,
Angry Samoans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nico,
Brick,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
Nation of Ulysses,
Interpol,
KRS-One,
Country Teasers,
The Knickerbockers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Happenings,
The Real Kids,
The Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABC,
Lightning Bolt,
Ken Boothe,
Rufus Thomas,
Youth Brigade,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
Audionom,
Stetsasonic,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.