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 Indonesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Bobby Hutcherson 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Five Americans,
June Days,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station,
OOIOO,
Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dennis Brown,
Rekid,
The Litter,
Warren Ellis,
Josef K,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cheater Slicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
10cc,
Derrick Morgan,
The Durutti Column,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mandrill,
Letta Mbulu,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Star Department,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Funkadelic,
Howard Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Khruangbin,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Starr,
Roxy Music,
Fatback Band,
The Names,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scientists,
Stetsasonic,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
KRS-One,
Reuben Wilson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.