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 Maldives and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Gastr Del Sol to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Faust,
Spoonie Gee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
Royal Trux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Görl,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Michelle Simonal,
CMW,
Sugar Minott,
Adolescents,
Wasted Youth,
X-101,
The Young Rascals,
Minor Threat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kayak,
Easy Going,
Quando Quango,
The Gladiators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Negative Approach,
Rosa Yemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Quantec,
The Cramps,
Arab on Radar,
Silicon Teens,
the Normal,
Warren Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Icehouse,
Smog,
T.S.O.L.,
Skaos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Techniques,
Accadde A,
Bobby Sherman,
Amazonics,
Sandy B,
Danielle Patucci,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Misunderstood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Grass Roots,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Soulsonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
The Walker Brothers,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.