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 Cyprus and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet 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 The Monochrome Set to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Faraquet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Star Department,
Neil Young,
The Evens,
Eddi Front,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun City Girls,
Delta 5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter & Gordon,
Lindisfarne,
Excepter,
The Knickerbockers,
Grey Daturas,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Bar-Kays,
Dead Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Animal Collective,
Roxy Music,
Japan,
Lower 48,
John Lydon,
The Human League,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
Hardrive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unwound,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slackers,
10cc,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Flag,
Gong,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Cell,
The Standells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABC,
The Dirtbombs,
ABBA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The American Breed,
Dual Sessions,
Model 500,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.