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 Armenia 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Sällskapet to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Peter and Kerry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pretty Things,
Moebius,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Halsall,
The Grass Roots,
Masters at Work,
The Seeds,
Brick,
Nas,
The Busters,
Intrusion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lakeside,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
The Count Five,
Bronski Beat,
The Walker Brothers,
K-Klass,
Pussy Galore,
The Searchers,
Symarip,
The Divine Comedy,
the Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Human League,
R.M.O.,
Fear,
Silicon Teens,
Audionom,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dual Sessions,
Shoche,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
KRS-One,
Junior Murvin,
Lightning Bolt,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Young Marble Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
B.T. Express,
The Moody Blues,
Connie Case,
Eric Dolphy,
Kas Product,
Erykah Badu,
Leonard Cohen,
New Age Steppers,
Outsiders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Enemy,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.