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 Gambia and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Zapp,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pop Group,
Fad Gadget,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
Intrusion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mr. Review,
Susan Cadogan,
Cluster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Danielle Patucci,
Mandrill,
The American Breed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drexciya,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacques Brel,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Cal Tjader,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stockholm Monsters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fatback Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deepchord,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ponytail,
Eden Ahbez,
MDC,
Rekid,
Archie Shepp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Rundgren,
Franke,
The Move,
Swell Maps,
Black Moon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
Second Layer,
The Knickerbockers,
Fear,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.