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 Comoros and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Palmer 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 Zapp to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
10cc,
Maurizio,
The Sound,
Make Up,
June of 44,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Divine Comedy,
Motorama,
The Busters,
Sex Pistols,
Panda Bear,
Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacob Miller,
Scientists,
Massinfluence,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Human League,
Moebius,
Mandrill,
Eurythmics,
The Five Americans,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott Heron,
The American Breed,
Mo-Dettes,
Hardrive,
The Black Dice,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Aloha Tigers,
The J.B.'s,
Nik Kershaw,
DNA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Charles Mingus,
Warren Ellis,
The Motions,
Oneida,
48th St. Collective,
Icehouse,
MDC,
Scratch Acid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Mills,
Howard Jones,
Radio Birdman,
The Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anthony Braxton,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pierre Henry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stetsasonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ituana,
Deakin,
Radiohead,
Little Man,
OOIOO,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.