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 Morocco and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Suicide to the techno 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Susan Cadogan,
Camouflage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liliput,
Visage,
Zapp,
Alton Ellis,
MDC,
Joy Division,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Green,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Surgeon,
Aaron Thompson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Lyres,
Dave Gahan,
Warren Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Deadbeat,
Hashim,
The Associates,
The Pretty Things,
The Index,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doors,
Qualms,
The Dead C,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rapeman,
Man Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quando Quango,
The Five Americans,
John Lydon,
Index,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Terry,
The Smiths,
Gabor Szabo,
The Leaves,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Goldenarms,
Lungfish,
Public Enemy,
The Skatalites,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barrington Levy,
Japan,
Kas Product,
Girls At Our Best!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.