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 Nauru 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moebius to the rock 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Symarip,
The Kinks,
Can,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aural Exciters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Idris Muhammad,
Ossler,
Heaven 17,
Underground Resistance,
Godley & Creme,
Steve Hackett,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shoche,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pagans,
Sugar Minott,
Niagra,
The Fuzztones,
Jandek,
Eurythmics,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry's Kids,
X-102,
Boz Scaggs,
James White and The Blacks,
Animal Collective,
Sällskapet,
Eli Mardock,
Soulsonic Force,
Blancmange,
Minor Threat,
Bill Wells,
Lindisfarne,
John Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Graham Central Station,
T.S.O.L.,
Sixth Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Alphaville,
Crispian St. Peters,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
Hardrive,
Duran Duran,
Ohio Players,
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spandau Ballet,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.