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 Kenya and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Liliput to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
FM Einheit,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ohio Players,
Pierre Henry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thee Headcoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boredoms,
Quantec,
Junior Murvin,
Deadbeat,
The Standells,
Groovy Waters,
Arab on Radar,
Royal Trux,
Flash Fearless,
Ultravox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Procol Harum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
PIL,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James White and The Blacks,
Stereo Dub,
David McCallum,
Pagans,
Audionom,
The Tremeloes,
The Count Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fugs,
Scientists,
Banda Bassotti,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Germs,
The Cure,
Cameo,
The Last Poets,
Model 500,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxette,
Rekid,
Grey Daturas,
kango's stein massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reagan Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Gong,
Wolf Eyes,
UT,
Black Pus,
Sarah Menescal,
MDC,
The Residents,
Tim Buckley,
Eden Ahbez,
Flipper,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.