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 Burkina and from Spokane.
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 Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Names to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fall,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonic Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soulsonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Ituana,
Nas,
X-101,
Tom Boy,
The Doors,
Amazonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Gong,
Throbbing Gristle,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
Fela Kuti,
The Durutti Column,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Halsall,
La Düsseldorf,
Newcleus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Coltrane,
The Litter,
Black Flag,
Gang of Four,
Albert Ayler,
Faust,
The Techniques,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yusef Lateef,
Excepter,
The Toasters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Graham Central Station,
Loose Ends,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacob Miller,
Gerry Rafferty,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Zapp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.