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 Micronesia and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonny Sharrock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Intrusion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pulsallama,
Sparks,
Lindisfarne,
Sällskapet,
World's Most,
Ossler,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Von Mondo,
Drexciya,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pretty Things,
Absolute Body Control,
Faraquet,
The Monks,
Swans,
Patti Smith,
Nils Olav,
DJ Sneak,
The Index,
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside,
Black Moon,
Tommy Roe,
Talk Talk,
Au Pairs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
Dennis Brown,
The Sound,
X-102,
Livin' Joy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rites of Spring,
Fear,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pere Ubu,
Rapeman,
the Bar-Kays,
John Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Cal Tjader,
Curtis Mayfield,
48th St. Collective,
Moebius,
the Swans,
Bill Wells,
Pole,
Massinfluence,
The Tremeloes,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.