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 Mali and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Quantec,
The Shadows of Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Machine,
Liliput,
Bobby Sherman,
Tubeway Army,
Skarface,
Qualms,
Monks,
John Lydon,
Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
June Days,
Pere Ubu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat,
Kerri Chandler,
the Human League,
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control,
Second Layer,
Davy DMX,
Black Pus,
Trumans Water,
Magma,
Boredoms,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Normal,
Sun City Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick May,
Gichy Dan,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kurtis Blow,
Lungfish,
The Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gladiators,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smoke,
Kenny Larkin,
Hoover,
Amon Düül II,
The Moody Blues,
Roxette,
Laurel Aitken,
The Star Department,
Isaac Hayes,
Minny Pops,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television Personalities,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Style,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.