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 Korea North 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Lou Christie to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Zeros,
The Cowsills,
Arcadia,
Gabor Szabo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cybotron,
Robert Görl,
the Normal,
Gichy Dan,
X-102,
Toni Rubio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dead Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rod Modell,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rotary Connection,
Technova,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roger Hodgson,
Cameo,
Minnie Riperton,
Can,
Q and Not U,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
The Searchers,
Leonard Cohen,
La Düsseldorf,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Victims,
Sound Behaviour,
Interpol,
Marine Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zapp,
Skaos,
Glenn Branca,
Aaron Thompson,
Underground Resistance,
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skriet,
Bauhaus,
Deakin,
The Angels of Light,
Radio Birdman,
Funkadelic,
Amazonics,
Bluetip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Five Americans,
Pulsallama,
The Mojo Men,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.