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 Sri Lanka and from Cairo.
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 Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Don Cherry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
Tim Buckley,
Faust,
Reagan Youth,
The Stooges,
Nick Fraelich,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Al Stewart,
The Velvet Underground,
Radio Birdman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Josef K,
World's Most,
Lou Reed,
The Last Poets,
Altered Images,
Quantec,
The Young Rascals,
Moebius,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donny Hathaway,
Susan Cadogan,
Fad Gadget,
Agent Orange,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cramps,
The Litter,
Terry Callier,
10cc,
John Foxx,
Sight & Sound,
Darondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Letta Mbulu,
China Crisis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fatback Band,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Iggy Pop,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Simply Red,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T.S.O.L.,
Erykah Badu,
Lyres,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skaos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.