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 Comoros and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yazoo,
The Skatalites,
Hasil Adkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
The Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hot Snakes,
Scientists,
Subhumans,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Warsaw,
Hashim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Althea and Donna,
Camberwell Now,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fluxion,
The Last Poets,
R.M.O.,
The Names,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed,
The Saints,
T. Rex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Average White Band,
Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thompson Twins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
Dave Gahan,
John Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Görl,
The Trojans,
Babytalk,
The Beau Brummels,
Cal Tjader,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lower 48,
Inner City,
Alison Limerick,
Scratch Acid,
Audionom,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yusef Lateef,
Franke,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.