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 Bahamas 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Intrusion to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Negative Approach,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marmalade,
Procol Harum,
The Cowsills,
New York Dolls,
Surgeon,
The Tremeloes,
Tres Demented,
James White and The Blacks,
D'Angelo,
Lindisfarne,
Bush Tetras,
Subhumans,
Bluetip,
Bronski Beat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Patti Smith,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
Lyres,
The Slackers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Inner City,
Arcadia,
Khruangbin,
Peter and Kerry,
Moby Grape,
Steve Hackett,
Mad Mike,
The Move,
Country Teasers,
The Motions,
Stereo Dub,
The Martian,
Swell Maps,
Tim Buckley,
Drexciya,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Foxx,
Bobby Sherman,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deakin,
Eric Copeland,
Don Cherry,
Shuggie Otis,
Davy DMX,
kango's stein massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
Anakelly,
Flipper,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Quadrant,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.