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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Techniques to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Modern Lovers,
A Certain Ratio,
Janne Schatter,
Deadbeat,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Standells,
Godley & Creme,
Loose Ends,
X-101,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Finger,
The Names,
Second Layer,
The Victims,
Model 500,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Section 25,
Vainqueur,
Stetsasonic,
Stiv Bators,
Bronski Beat,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Clarke,
Los Fastidios,
The Moody Blues,
Gong,
Deepchord,
Y Pants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thompson Twins,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Womack,
Cybotron,
In Retrospect,
Country Teasers,
Tubeway Army,
Hoover,
Moebius,
The Star Department,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Terry,
Roxette,
Prince Buster,
The Remains,
Interpol,
Pole,
10cc,
Q65,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.