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 Greece 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ituana to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sound,
David Bowie,
The Raincoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Wings,
Scan 7,
Harry Pussy,
D'Angelo,
Vainqueur,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Techniques,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Germs,
Minor Threat,
Arcadia,
The Busters,
Bad Manners,
Desert Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Young Marble Giants,
Minny Pops,
Sister Nancy,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Adolescents,
Absolute Body Control,
Marine Girls,
Flipper,
Au Pairs,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Cluster,
The Happenings,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust,
Rapeman,
Echospace,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mummies,
Gang Starr,
John Cale,
MDC,
Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.