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 Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Nik Kershaw to the punk 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Talk Talk,
Technova,
Heaven 17,
Deakin,
Gichy Dan,
Howard Jones,
Au Pairs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Groovy Waters,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill,
Country Teasers,
Spoonie Gee,
Soulsonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Archie Shepp,
One Last Wish,
Patti Smith,
The Stooges,
The Searchers,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ituana,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Clarke,
Goldenarms,
Q65,
Barrington Levy,
New Age Steppers,
Q and Not U,
Cheater Slicks,
Stereo Dub,
Funky Four + One,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Martian,
Organ,
Hasil Adkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-101,
The Golliwogs,
Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Laurel Aitken,
Loose Ends,
Neu!,
Nirvana,
Model 500,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Motions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sugar Minott,
Porter Ricks,
Cal Tjader,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.