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 Cape Verde and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Divine Comedy,
Quantec,
Sun City Girls,
Godley & Creme,
David McCallum,
John Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Lungfish,
Fear,
Ituana,
Tubeway Army,
Absolute Body Control,
Laurel Aitken,
The Flesh Eaters,
L. Decosne,
The Buckinghams,
Dead Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Intrusion,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Steve Hackett,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The American Breed,
Eve St. Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Radiohead,
Funkadelic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deepchord,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Franke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Cale,
Nirvana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
OOIOO,
Rufus Thomas,
This Heat,
Negative Approach,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerri Chandler,
Lyres,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerrie Biddell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Association,
Letta Mbulu,
The Wake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.