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 Belize and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 The Real Kids to the grunge 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angry Samoans,
Technova,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Sneak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Moon,
Soul II Soul,
Stetsasonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Starr,
Stereo Dub,
Infiniti,
Pulsallama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
Amazonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June of 44,
Sugar Minott,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
Visage,
Moebius,
Prince Buster,
Shoche,
Brand Nubian,
Zero Boys,
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Goldenarms,
Joey Negro,
Aaron Thompson,
Dave Gahan,
Monolake,
UT,
the Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Nik Kershaw,
Negative Approach,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Axelrod,
The Gladiators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scratch Acid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sandy B,
The Raincoats,
Iggy Pop,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.