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 Guyana 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lee Hazlewood to the dance 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Y Pants,
Bill Wells,
Fluxion,
Boz Scaggs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dark Day,
Stereo Dub,
The Evens,
The Star Department,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New York Dolls,
Nick Fraelich,
The Litter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cymande,
Kaleidoscope,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mojo Men,
Kurtis Blow,
Swans,
Liliput,
Sun City Girls,
The Remains,
Lungfish,
The Birthday Party,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
The Slits,
Wire,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Görl,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Parry Music,
Jawbox,
The Trojans,
Derrick Morgan,
JFA,
Marine Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yusef Lateef,
Rufus Thomas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neu!,
The Count Five,
Severed Heads,
Average White Band,
Dual Sessions,
Von Mondo,
Niagra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Archie Shepp,
Bronski Beat,
Gichy Dan,
Gregory Isaacs,
MDC,
Scratch Acid,
The Blues Magoos,
Nico,
Neil Young,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.