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 Bremen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
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 mellotron 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 Essential Logic to the electroclash 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Machine,
Pulsallama,
Chrome,
New Order,
Yellowson,
The Busters,
Agent Orange,
The Leaves,
Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Evens,
Letta Mbulu,
Kenny Larkin,
Slave,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
Ken Boothe,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donny Hathaway,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nirvana,
Motorama,
The Smiths,
Kas Product,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
Ossler,
Spandau Ballet,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül II,
The Barracudas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pussy Galore,
Lalo Schifrin,
Graham Central Station,
Magazine,
Blake Baxter,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
Hashim,
Black Moon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oblivians,
Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Judy Mowatt,
Minutemen,
Nils Olav,
The Zeros,
Hoover,
Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Bourne,
Sugar Minott,
Al Stewart,
Robert Görl,
Tim Buckley,
Vainqueur,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.