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 Nicaragua and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Bobby Sherman to the disco 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel,
China Crisis,
The Busters,
OOIOO,
Country Teasers,
The Modern Lovers,
Icehouse,
Nils Olav,
Desert Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pretty Things,
Quadrant,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker,
Lyres,
Lou Reed,
Piero Umiliani,
Cybotron,
Slick Rick,
AZ,
Blake Baxter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aaron Thompson,
Cecil Taylor,
Joyce Sims,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Womack,
Japan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Saccharine Trust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sound Behaviour,
The Residents,
Amazonics,
D'Angelo,
DJ Style,
The Blackbyrds,
Mission of Burma,
Little Man,
Talk Talk,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
The Zeros,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sixth Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
New York Dolls,
The Cure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mars,
Section 25,
Young Marble Giants,
Suicide,
Blossom Toes,
Laurel Aitken,
Althea and Donna,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.