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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Sarah Menescal to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Mummies,
Bang On A Can,
Barry Ungar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sight & Sound,
Rekid,
Delta 5,
Laurel Aitken,
The Trojans,
The Martian,
Ronan,
The J.B.'s,
Q65,
John Foxx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quantec,
Infiniti,
James White and The Blacks,
Terry Callier,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siglo XX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Wyatt,
The Invisible,
Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quadrant,
Funkadelic,
Magma,
The Victims,
Susan Cadogan,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Howard Jones,
China Crisis,
The Vogues,
Kerri Chandler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brass Construction,
Massinfluence,
Hoover,
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson,
Depeche Mode,
Tubeway Army,
Crash Course in Science,
Crime,
Underground Resistance,
Mark Hollis,
Vladislav Delay,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Parry Music,
Sparks,
Wolf Eyes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABBA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stiv Bators,
The Stooges,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.