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 Chile and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 The Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club 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?
Make Up,
New Order,
Rotary Connection,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dennis Brown,
the Association,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Silicon Teens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mission of Burma,
AZ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fluxion,
The Kinks,
The Invisible,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun City Girls,
E-Dancer,
Bad Manners,
Scientists,
Fat Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Quadrant,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Raincoats,
Average White Band,
Gang of Four,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Moon,
Faraquet,
Brass Construction,
Maurizio,
Ponytail,
48th St. Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
The Happenings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cramps,
Glenn Branca,
Shoche,
Popol Vuh,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terry Callier,
the Soft Cell,
Section 25,
L. Decosne,
Fela Kuti,
World's Most,
Lakeside,
Thee Headcoats,
Camouflage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.