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 Iraq and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Clear Light to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Lakeside,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiopuhelimet,
Godley & Creme,
Los Fastidios,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hardrive,
Section 25,
Marvin Gaye,
Monolake,
Cameo,
Pylon,
Symarip,
The Index,
Zero Boys,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ponytail,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skriet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quadrant,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wasted Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Royal Trux,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Offenders,
Pole,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
Cymande,
Tim Buckley,
KRS-One,
Intrusion,
Jawbox,
Marc Almond,
OOIOO,
Gang of Four,
The Barracudas,
Funkadelic,
The Raincoats,
U.S. Maple,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sex Pistols,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
The Pop Group,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Wells,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ludus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gastr Del Sol,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.