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 Peru and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Roger Hodgson to the techno 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Iggy Pop,
Spandau Ballet,
Zero Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Axelrod,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Goldenarms,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
Das Ding,
Loose Ends,
Parry Music,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantytec,
F. McDonald,
Amazonics,
Althea and Donna,
Sun City Girls,
Jawbox,
Sällskapet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pole,
Jeff Mills,
Brothers Johnson,
Cymande,
Q and Not U,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Suicide,
Bluetip,
Chris Corsano,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Stooges,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Associates,
Mad Mike,
Eden Ahbez,
Silicon Teens,
a-ha,
The Fortunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Scion,
Carl Craig,
the Bar-Kays,
Stiv Bators,
Crime,
Henry Cow,
Mission of Burma,
The Birthday Party,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blossom Toes,
New Age Steppers,
AZ,
the Swans,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.