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 Niger and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Siglo XX to the rap 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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?
The Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker,
Young Marble Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Mr. Review,
Swans,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
Nik Kershaw,
Quantec,
Mark Hollis,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funky Four + One,
A Certain Ratio,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare,
The Residents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Order,
The Real Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Panda Bear,
Newcleus,
Sparks,
Accadde A,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Michelle Simonal,
the Bar-Kays,
John Foxx,
Faraquet,
Al Stewart,
The United States of America,
The Smiths,
The Evens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gladiators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arab on Radar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Graham Central Station,
The Slackers,
Hardrive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mandrill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
Liliput,
Neil Young,
Technova,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
LL Cool J,
The Birthday Party,
Darondo,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.