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 Uzbekistan and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pole to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
The Evens,
Black Pus,
Nik Kershaw,
Aaron Thompson,
The Invisible,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marine Girls,
Infiniti,
The Count Five,
Deadbeat,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
Talk Talk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Grass Roots,
Roger Hodgson,
Crash Course in Science,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultra Naté,
Sonic Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Parry Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Malaria!,
Brand Nubian,
R.M.O.,
Skarface,
The Fuzztones,
Tom Boy,
Easy Going,
Ludus,
Sugar Minott,
Pole,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gong,
Duran Duran,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Dolphy,
Althea and Donna,
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
Iggy Pop,
Whodini,
Judy Mowatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Qualms,
Animal Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Copeland,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rekid,
Bang On A Can,
Zero Boys,
Cybotron,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & 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.