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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 kango's stein massive to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Royal Trux,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dave Gahan,
Sandy B,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra,
Nico,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quantec,
Television,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aural Exciters,
The Zeros,
Nils Olav,
the Human League,
The Techniques,
Surgeon,
Donny Hathaway,
Skaos,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Almond,
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The United States of America,
Fear,
Marvin Gaye,
Nas,
Japan,
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Holt,
Excepter,
The Grass Roots,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scion,
The Blackbyrds,
Aloha Tigers,
Niagra,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Robert Wyatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
The Kinks,
Desert Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.