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 New Zealand and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
Tommy Roe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brothers Johnson,
Skarface,
Erasure,
Excepter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
The Real Kids,
Ultravox,
The Moleskins,
Sam Rivers,
Barry Ungar,
The Doors,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Zeros,
Robert Wyatt,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Evens,
Man Parrish,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Main Source,
Quantec,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
The Fuzztones,
Underground Resistance,
The J.B.'s,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stiv Bators,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
Lalann,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
Lindisfarne,
Pole,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slits,
The Smiths,
Henry Cow,
Howard Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Colin Newman,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
Rod Modell,
Jandek,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.