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 Guyana and from London.
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 Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ponytail to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erykah Badu,
Ultra Naté,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young,
Audionom,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
The Flesh Eaters,
L. Decosne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angry Samoans,
The Walker Brothers,
Flipper,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxy Music,
The Martian,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Terry,
Grauzone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moby Grape,
H. Thieme,
The Buckinghams,
Half Japanese,
F. McDonald,
Sixth Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Seeds,
Oneida,
Whodini,
Inner City,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
Supertramp,
the Sonics,
DJ Style,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suburban Knight,
Agitation Free,
Boz Scaggs,
The Selecter,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Clarke,
The Searchers,
The Associates,
The Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Goldenarms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sister Nancy,
Eurythmics,
Tommy Roe,
Magma,
Alphaville,
Malaria!,
The Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.