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 Australia and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The American Breed to the disco 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
the Germs,
Funky Four + One,
Guru Guru,
the Swans,
Q65,
Joy Division,
Black Sheep,
Joensuu 1685,
Tommy Roe,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick May,
Unwound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alphaville,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gichy Dan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Copeland,
Boredoms,
Jerry's Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q and Not U,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
The Real Kids,
Magazine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radio Birdman,
Wire,
Alice Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Procol Harum,
The Black Dice,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Metal Thangz,
Steve Hackett,
Mission of Burma,
Fat Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Warren Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young,
Flash Fearless,
Pierre Henry,
The Move,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neu!,
Eric Dolphy,
Lindisfarne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.