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 Guatemala and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lou Christie to the techno 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Barry Ungar,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cybotron,
Nick Fraelich,
Underground Resistance,
John Lydon,
48th St. Collective,
Agitation Free,
Lindisfarne,
Jacques Brel,
Swell Maps,
The Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Leonard Cohen,
Minny Pops,
The Pretty Things,
Khruangbin,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Interpol,
Grauzone,
The Misunderstood,
The Saints,
June of 44,
The Mighty Diamonds,
OOIOO,
Fela Kuti,
Kurtis Blow,
The Star Department,
FM Einheit,
Hashim,
Technova,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Style,
Donny Hathaway,
Spandau Ballet,
The Neon Judgement,
Funkadelic,
Pantytec,
Rosa Yemen,
Ituana,
Severed Heads,
B.T. Express,
Intrusion,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dirtbombs,
Minnie Riperton,
Newcleus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fear,
Johnny Clarke,
Don Cherry,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.