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 Ecuador 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gichy Dan to the rock 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cowsills,
The Mojo Men,
Dorothy Ashby,
Section 25,
David McCallum,
Pagans,
Quadrant,
Fatback Band,
The Gories,
Technova,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Urselle,
Dark Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Soulsonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Simply Red,
Crash Course in Science,
Don Cherry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cluster,
Charles Mingus,
Davy DMX,
Crime,
Ornette Coleman,
John Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
The Slackers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
The Barracudas,
Vainqueur,
Porter Ricks,
Yazoo,
Harmonia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
Interpol,
EPMD,
Metal Thangz,
Howard Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacques Brel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liliput,
Quando Quango,
The Trojans,
Television,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispian St. Peters,
Basic Channel,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.