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 Iceland and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the crunk 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick May,
Radiohead,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
Infiniti,
Amazonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Birthday Party,
Iggy Pop,
Buzzcocks,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Steve Hackett,
Brick,
Unwound,
The Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aloha Tigers,
U.S. Maple,
Interpol,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül,
Stetsasonic,
ABBA,
Donald Byrd,
Hardrive,
X-102,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
The Red Krayola,
Monks,
Scott Walker,
Lungfish,
Joy Division,
Sam Rivers,
Slick Rick,
Zapp,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Bananas,
Alison Limerick,
Graham Central Station,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Motorama,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tim Buckley,
The Remains,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.