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 Zimbabwe 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Wally Richardson 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Fortunes,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
B.T. Express,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tres Demented,
Tim Buckley,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faraquet,
Swell Maps,
World's Most,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scrapy,
Alton Ellis,
Prince Buster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
The Martian,
Steve Hackett,
Spandau Ballet,
Bronski Beat,
Gabor Szabo,
the Association,
Peter & Gordon,
Mandrill,
Niagra,
Camouflage,
Silicon Teens,
Spoonie Gee,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Don Cherry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
Lower 48,
KRS-One,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
Graham Central Station,
The Moody Blues,
The Toasters,
Cybotron,
Panda Bear,
Au Pairs,
Patti Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Freddie Wadling,
Erykah Badu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Infiniti,
Clear Light,
D'Angelo,
Marmalade,
Howard Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
Gang Green,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.