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 Portugal and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 Altered Images to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June of 44,
Schoolly D,
Skarface,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Michelle Simonal,
Patti Smith,
Television,
Easy Going,
Nik Kershaw,
Erykah Badu,
Crime,
Wasted Youth,
Magma,
Simply Red,
Bauhaus,
Hardrive,
The Mummies,
Eric Copeland,
Marine Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Von Mondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Scientists,
Ossler,
FM Einheit,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bush Tetras,
James White and The Blacks,
The Wake,
ABC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Desert Stars,
The Music Machine,
D'Angelo,
Rod Modell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Gichy Dan,
The Cramps,
The Residents,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smoke,
Joy Division,
Pulsallama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
EPMD,
Black Pus,
Sun City Girls,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.