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 Gabon and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the electroclash 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ponytail,
The Gun Club,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxette,
Silicon Teens,
Ronan,
The Sound,
John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Pierre Henry,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Stetsasonic,
Desert Stars,
The Zeros,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marmalade,
Lungfish,
Cheater Slicks,
Buzzcocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magma,
Mars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Flag,
Crime,
Bob Dylan,
Agent Orange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slick Rick,
A Certain Ratio,
Wings,
Liliput,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suburban Knight,
Television,
Bobby Sherman,
New Order,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
Urselle,
Japan,
Rotary Connection,
John Lydon,
Tommy Roe,
The Trojans,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Brass Construction,
Robert Wyatt,
The Selecter,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
Ohio Players,
Susan Cadogan,
Los Fastidios,
Simply Red,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.