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 Germany 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Lindisfarne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Clear Light,
Sun City Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Interpol,
Ken Boothe,
The Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Connie Case,
The Moody Blues,
Albert Ayler,
Chris & Cosey,
Judy Mowatt,
Oblivians,
Sound Behaviour,
The Star Department,
Soul Sonic Force,
Darondo,
Davy DMX,
LL Cool J,
Bush Tetras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
H. Thieme,
The Raincoats,
Sonic Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eddi Front,
Tommy Roe,
Stiv Bators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yellowson,
Iggy Pop,
Ponytail,
The Tremeloes,
June Days,
Zero Boys,
Ituana,
The Gladiators,
Quantec,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Theoretical Girls,
Motorama,
Cal Tjader,
Blancmange,
Dead Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
Sarah Menescal,
Ice-T,
Cecil Taylor,
Eden Ahbez,
Donald Byrd,
Gong,
Bob Dylan,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.