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 Burundi 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vladislav Delay to the electroclash 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mark Hollis,
Cecil Taylor,
the Germs,
The Raincoats,
Skriet,
Deepchord,
Cymande,
Inner City,
Talk Talk,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slackers,
Jerry's Kids,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lakeside,
Kaleidoscope,
cv313,
Dead Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blancmange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
The Searchers,
The Remains,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Kinks,
Delta 5,
Soul II Soul,
Anakelly,
Liliput,
the Association,
Alison Limerick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tommy Roe,
The Music Machine,
New York Dolls,
The Offenders,
Joe Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jawbox,
The Gap Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantytec,
June Days,
Chrome,
Marc Almond,
Cameo,
Pierre Henry,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Cluster,
Jacob Miller,
The Star Department,
Terry Callier,
Model 500,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.