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 Uzbekistan and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 The J.B.'s to the techno 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters,
Harmonia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fear,
Derrick May,
Lalann,
The Barracudas,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Erasure,
Dead Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Todd Terry,
the Normal,
Alphaville,
Moebius,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donny Hathaway,
Darondo,
Schoolly D,
Visage,
Depeche Mode,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobbi Humphrey,
This Heat,
Underground Resistance,
Blossom Toes,
Ultra Naté,
Nico,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Matthew Halsall,
Brass Construction,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smoke,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Icehouse,
OOIOO,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Duran Duran,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Japan,
Kayak,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.