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 Bangladesh and from New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 These Immortal Souls to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Supertramp,
Delta 5,
Joe Finger,
Eric Copeland,
E-Dancer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gabor Szabo,
Negative Approach,
Crash Course in Science,
Goldenarms,
Ronan,
The Doors,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
Khruangbin,
Cheater Slicks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Techniques,
The Standells,
David Axelrod,
MC5,
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
Anakelly,
Pantytec,
Slick Rick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Infiniti,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacques Brel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bluetip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Iggy Pop,
Roxy Music,
Swans,
The Remains,
Althea and Donna,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chrome,
Shoche,
The Litter,
Pylon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q65,
Blancmange,
The Offenders,
The Tremeloes,
Cluster,
Ice-T,
Bootsy Collins,
Visage,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.