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 Montenegro and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Bill Near to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eve St. Jones,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rakim,
Lalann,
The Count Five,
Bad Manners,
Fugazi,
Franke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deakin,
The Mojo Men,
Malaria!,
Second Layer,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Hill,
Black Flag,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Popol Vuh,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scan 7,
Bobby Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suicide,
Sixth Finger,
Hoover,
Duran Duran,
Man Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Stiv Bators,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alton Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mantronix,
Byron Stingily,
The Busters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drexciya,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.