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 Mauritania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Young Marble Giants to the disco 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Sällskapet,
The Wake,
Oblivians,
Pantytec,
The Last Poets,
the Fania All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
The Modern Lovers,
Lightning Bolt,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Busters,
Cameo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Techniques,
Technova,
The Searchers,
World's Most,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things,
Dual Sessions,
Niagra,
Shoche,
Ituana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Schoolly D,
Deadbeat,
Piero Umiliani,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos,
Freddie Wadling,
Loose Ends,
Mandrill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronan,
Ultravox,
James White and The Blacks,
Model 500,
CMW,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Copeland,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Hardrive,
X-102,
The Leaves,
Peter & Gordon,
Brass Construction,
The Trojans,
Kayak,
Roger Hodgson,
Joyce Sims,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.