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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Glambeats Corp. to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Make Up,
Patti Smith,
Grauzone,
X-102,
Blancmange,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camouflage,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swell Maps,
Guru Guru,
Quando Quango,
Kool Moe Dee,
Al Stewart,
KRS-One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Newcleus,
Colin Newman,
ABBA,
Warsaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Infiniti,
Circle Jerks,
Technova,
Supertramp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ken Boothe,
D'Angelo,
The Fall,
Adolescents,
Television Personalities,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash,
R.M.O.,
Duran Duran,
Skaos,
Fat Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Mad Mike,
The Martian,
UT,
the Normal,
Minutemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department,
EPMD,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funky Four + One,
cv313,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Hashim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Wasted Youth,
the Soft Cell,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.