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 Iceland and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 kango's stein massive to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Mills,
Isaac Hayes,
Jandek,
Joy Division,
Kurtis Blow,
Heaven 17,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Sneak,
Grey Daturas,
Barbara Tucker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiohead,
Cymande,
Lou Reed,
Interpol,
John Lydon,
Lou Christie,
James White and The Blacks,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers,
The Monks,
The Move,
Little Man,
Faust,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Hood,
John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Velvet Underground,
Smog,
Cecil Taylor,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television Personalities,
Barry Ungar,
Black Bananas,
The Tremeloes,
The Gories,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
Malaria!,
Sound Behaviour,
Stiv Bators,
Pussy Galore,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Judy Mowatt,
Amazonics,
Q65,
Severed Heads,
Charles Mingus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Can,
Blake Baxter,
The Walker Brothers,
The Kinks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.