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 Serbia and from London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Heaven 17 to the rock 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Eve St. Jones,
Easy Going,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Mills,
Royal Trux,
Minutemen,
Trumans Water,
Marshall Jefferson,
K-Klass,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Young Marble Giants,
Supertramp,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mummies,
Masters at Work,
Ten City,
Das Ding,
Kurtis Blow,
The Residents,
Danielle Patucci,
Max Romeo,
DJ Sneak,
Von Mondo,
Aloha Tigers,
E-Dancer,
Dennis Brown,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Bourne,
Visage,
Au Pairs,
DJ Style,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Copeland,
The Toasters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
The American Breed,
Japan,
Nils Olav,
World's Most,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Golliwogs,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Skatalites,
Zero Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
The Selecter,
Sixth Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalann,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes,
Kayak,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.