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 China and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Laurel Aitken to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Public Enemy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Index,
Marmalade,
Neil Young,
Y Pants,
Unrelated Segments,
Moss Icon,
Jacob Miller,
Interpol,
The Evens,
Hot Snakes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
Popol Vuh,
Erykah Badu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Audionom,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pierre Henry,
The Trojans,
Soft Cell,
MDC,
The Gladiators,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Rundgren,
Mission of Burma,
The Tremeloes,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Brass Construction,
Ultra Naté,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magma,
Hoover,
Wings,
Masters at Work,
Ice-T,
Marc Almond,
Q65,
This Heat,
The Offenders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fall,
David Axelrod,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalann,
Essential Logic,
The Smoke,
The Cure,
Cheater Slicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Dawn Penn,
MC5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Morten Harket,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.