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 Benin and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 The Associates to the crunk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 United States of America,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dave Gahan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tom Boy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cybotron,
Television Personalities,
This Heat,
Tim Buckley,
Scion,
The Skatalites,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick Morgan,
Funkadelic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Altered Images,
The Monochrome Set,
The Count Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy Collins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lightning Bolt,
The Buckinghams,
Kas Product,
Bill Wells,
Idris Muhammad,
The Divine Comedy,
Moby Grape,
The Selecter,
Neu!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mr. Review,
Chris & Cosey,
the Association,
Symarip,
The Fortunes,
Inner City,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Average White Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Cheater Slicks,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joyce Sims,
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.