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 Turkmenistan and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Near,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker,
Joy Division,
Slave,
Marvin Gaye,
Inner City,
Pagans,
Leonard Cohen,
Donny Hathaway,
Byron Stingily,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Section 25,
The Moleskins,
Sex Pistols,
Cymande,
Kayak,
DNA,
Model 500,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Rundgren,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Hood,
Sonic Youth,
The Sonics,
Fugazi,
China Crisis,
Cameo,
the Human League,
Junior Murvin,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bob Dylan,
The Standells,
The Zeros,
Marmalade,
Average White Band,
The Pop Group,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter & Gordon,
the Germs,
Jacob Miller,
10cc,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
Mark Hollis,
Gong,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
World's Most,
Quantec,
Adolescents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.