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 Suriname and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Warren Ellis 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Victims,
Skriet,
Vladislav Delay,
Von Mondo,
Eli Mardock,
La Düsseldorf,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
Roger Hodgson,
The Toasters,
the Normal,
Morten Harket,
Mark Hollis,
Das Ding,
Japan,
Sex Pistols,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Neon Judgement,
Trumans Water,
the Human League,
Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MC5,
The American Breed,
Television Personalities,
Parry Music,
Joyce Sims,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gap Band,
Moss Icon,
CMW,
R.M.O.,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Sneak,
Alton Ellis,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ten City,
The Divine Comedy,
Pulsallama,
Mr. Review,
Kenny Larkin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sarah Menescal,
Deakin,
Nico,
Barbara Tucker,
Skaos,
The Skatalites,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minutemen,
Gang of Four,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.