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 Slovenia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Desert Stars to the punk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Gang Green,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kurtis Blow,
Smog,
10cc,
Zapp,
Massinfluence,
Tommy Roe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funky Four + One,
The Gun Club,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
The Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Bourne,
John Foxx,
Ronan,
Deepchord,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Mantronix,
FM Einheit,
Cybotron,
Joe Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doors,
Make Up,
Crime,
The Slits,
Ten City,
Michelle Simonal,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Toasters,
Technova,
Judy Mowatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The J.B.'s,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gong,
Althea and Donna,
The Mummies,
The Wake,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.