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 Malawi and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 CMW to the punk 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Smoke,
Mandrill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül,
Traffic Nightmare,
Inner City,
The Raincoats,
Section 25,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blancmange,
Barrington Levy,
Funky Four + One,
the Human League,
The Seeds,
Quantec,
PIL,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola,
Eden Ahbez,
Vladislav Delay,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Circle Jerks,
Crime,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MDC,
L. Decosne,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Intrusion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
Zero Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Loose Ends,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The New Christs,
Subhumans,
Urselle,
Danielle Patucci,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Offenders,
Fad Gadget,
Talk Talk,
Byron Stingily,
Eli Mardock,
The Mummies,
Bobby Byrd,
Q65,
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.