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 Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Minor Threat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Darondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Eurythmics,
Grey Daturas,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moody Blues,
The Young Rascals,
Black Sheep,
CMW,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magazine,
The Dead C,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ludus,
Roxy Music,
Newcleus,
The Monks,
Technova,
Crime,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unwound,
Ice-T,
Susan Cadogan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Martian,
Albert Ayler,
Blossom Toes,
Depeche Mode,
The Names,
F. McDonald,
Alice Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Infiniti,
Yellowson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Barracudas,
Agitation Free,
Section 25,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
H. Thieme,
Guru Guru,
The Stooges,
Toni Rubio,
Zero Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.