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 Senegal and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Kayak,
Basic Channel,
Alton Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yellowson,
Iggy Pop,
Youth Brigade,
Moby Grape,
Babytalk,
KRS-One,
Ken Boothe,
Pantaleimon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camberwell Now,
Girls At Our Best!,
Althea and Donna,
Joy Division,
Henry Cow,
Sonic Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
F. McDonald,
Marvin Gaye,
New York Dolls,
Derrick May,
World's Most,
Wasted Youth,
Motorama,
Essential Logic,
The Victims,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Rundgren,
The Zeros,
Nik Kershaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lakeside,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker,
Lyres,
Cheater Slicks,
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Morten Harket,
Wolf Eyes,
Fat Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Infiniti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sparks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deepchord,
Lungfish,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.