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 Macedonia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minor Threat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Near,
the Association,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mark Hollis,
UT,
Q65,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gap Band,
The Grass Roots,
OOIOO,
Althea and Donna,
Faust,
Pantytec,
Section 25,
Tim Buckley,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
Vainqueur,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Duran Duran,
Throbbing Gristle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Panda Bear,
Urselle,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Rundgren,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crash Course in Science,
Infiniti,
Lightning Bolt,
X-101,
Sound Behaviour,
Grauzone,
The Pretty Things,
CMW,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Outsiders,
Black Bananas,
Eurythmics,
Donald Byrd,
The Count Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liliput,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sam Rivers,
Monks,
Crooked Eye,
The Durutti Column,
The Residents,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boz Scaggs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.