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 Mozambique and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the techno 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
Pole,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skaos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deepchord,
Visage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Order,
Lou Reed,
Outsiders,
The Buckinghams,
Qualms,
OOIOO,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Brand Nubian,
Alphaville,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Inner City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mantronix,
Deakin,
The Angels of Light,
Morten Harket,
Ronnie Foster,
Joensuu 1685,
Von Mondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zapp,
Faust,
D'Angelo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blues Magoos,
Adolescents,
the Sonics,
The Move,
Whodini,
The Black Dice,
Alison Limerick,
The Misunderstood,
Bronski Beat,
Graham Central Station,
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
World's Most,
Hasil Adkins,
Aural Exciters,
The Fortunes,
Donald Byrd,
Ossler,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.