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 Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Yaz to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Icehouse,
Guru Guru,
New Order,
Juan Atkins,
John Coltrane,
the Germs,
Blake Baxter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Toni Rubio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gun Club,
Make Up,
The Doobie Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Marine Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Thompson Twins,
Sight & Sound,
Malaria!,
Henry Cow,
X-Ray Spex,
The Tremeloes,
Pulsallama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suicide,
Rosa Yemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minutemen,
Bobby Sherman,
Television Personalities,
Model 500,
The Cure,
The Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Don Cherry,
Von Mondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Trojans,
The Busters,
Hardrive,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Womack,
Thee Headcoats,
ABBA,
The Skatalites,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Machine,
Mars,
Talk Talk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronnie Foster,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.