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 Portugal and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Malaria! to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker,
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Invisible,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moleskins,
Kayak,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalann,
New Age Steppers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
June of 44,
Underground Resistance,
Angry Samoans,
Dawn Penn,
John Coltrane,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Isaac Hayes,
The Music Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maurizio,
Dead Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
Loose Ends,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Animal Collective,
Scan 7,
Ponytail,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bluetip,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Buckinghams,
Henry Cow,
MC5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Audionom,
Outsiders,
Sister Nancy,
Graham Central Station,
Fugazi,
Crash Course in Science,
Susan Cadogan,
The Names,
Ohio Players,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents,
AZ,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
The Selecter,
Inner City,
The Fall,
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.