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 Monaco and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the crunk 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Iggy Pop,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Prince Buster,
The Cure,
Rotary Connection,
Fatback Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chrome,
Camouflage,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Henry Cow,
Ultravox,
New Order,
Livin' Joy,
Shuggie Otis,
Japan,
The Selecter,
Lou Christie,
FM Einheit,
Hardrive,
Sister Nancy,
Roxy Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Duran Duran,
10cc,
Talk Talk,
Porter Ricks,
Lalann,
Yaz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Buzzcocks,
JFA,
Connie Case,
Dave Gahan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Joey Negro,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
Jawbox,
R.M.O.,
The Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker,
Delta 5,
The Five Americans,
Barry Ungar,
Sound Behaviour,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.