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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Cheater Slicks to the rock 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Chrome,
Aswad,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
New Order,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young,
Supertramp,
Lyres,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantytec,
Derrick Morgan,
Easy Going,
Cheater Slicks,
Prince Buster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Remains,
Blake Baxter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Names,
The Tremeloes,
Tears for Fears,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Wells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Pagans,
Technova,
Camouflage,
Bootsy Collins,
kango's stein massive,
Harmonia,
Al Stewart,
Ronan,
Royal Trux,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Fraelich,
T. Rex,
The Music Machine,
The Litter,
Sex Pistols,
Magazine,
Fela Kuti,
Kerri Chandler,
MC5,
Procol Harum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Animal Collective,
Ultravox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pulsallama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.