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 Botswana and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 Skriet to the dance 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Tres Demented,
The Doors,
Pylon,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Japan,
ABC,
Freddie Wadling,
The Invisible,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantytec,
Massinfluence,
Groovy Waters,
Charles Mingus,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cramps,
Chrome,
Drive Like Jehu,
E-Dancer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
EPMD,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed,
Jawbox,
China Crisis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Buzzcocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
The Motions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
The Names,
Oneida,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
Flipper,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Christie,
Supertramp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Circle Jerks,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks,
Bluetip,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.