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 France and from Bologna.
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 Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Donald Byrd to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Clarke,
Metal Thangz,
Darondo,
The Music Machine,
The Cowsills,
D'Angelo,
Tim Buckley,
Jacob Miller,
The Trojans,
Donny Hathaway,
Wasted Youth,
Steve Hackett,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minnie Riperton,
Young Marble Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Swell Maps,
June of 44,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scan 7,
Section 25,
Eddi Front,
Crispy Ambulance,
MC5,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultra Naté,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brick,
Infiniti,
The Smiths,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Womack,
Hot Snakes,
Buzzcocks,
Second Layer,
Shoche,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Normal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fluxion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moody Blues,
Zapp,
The Beau Brummels,
H. Thieme,
Bob Dylan,
Roxy Music,
Trumans Water,
Theoretical Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
The Leaves,
Parry Music,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.