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 Jamaica and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hardrive to the jazz 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
H. Thieme,
DJ Style,
Gang Green,
Infiniti,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
Byron Stingily,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roger Hodgson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Judy Mowatt,
The Names,
Aloha Tigers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Henry Cow,
Neu!,
Graham Central Station,
Steve Hackett,
Althea and Donna,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Terry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Y Pants,
Don Cherry,
Lalann,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Hood,
Camouflage,
Mo-Dettes,
Adolescents,
The New Christs,
Mary Jane Girls,
T. Rex,
Franke,
Thompson Twins,
Bob Dylan,
The Motions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Subhumans,
CMW,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Bourne,
ABC,
PIL,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker,
Lower 48,
Eli Mardock,
Albert Ayler,
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dead Boys,
Warsaw,
Joe Finger,
Scrapy,
Hardrive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Urselle,
The Buckinghams,
Masters at Work,
Tropical Tobacco,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.