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 Tehran.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Bar-Kays to the electroclash 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Don Cherry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Basic Channel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funkadelic,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red,
Easy Going,
Shoche,
Nirvana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sällskapet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scratch Acid,
Quantec,
Fela Kuti,
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
The Real Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Hood,
Pere Ubu,
The Sonics,
Dark Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
EPMD,
Surgeon,
The Litter,
Scan 7,
The United States of America,
Technova,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Evens,
Smog,
Junior Murvin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aswad,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Foxx,
The New Christs,
The Vogues,
the Slits,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
Gong,
Bill Wells,
the Swans,
Yaz,
Connie Case,
Clear Light,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.