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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-101 to the jazz 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Junior Murvin,
Stereo Dub,
Josef K,
The Victims,
Heaven 17,
Mandrill,
The Divine Comedy,
Donny Hathaway,
Television,
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
The Zeros,
Skarface,
The Modern Lovers,
Tropical Tobacco,
EPMD,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Fraelich,
Rosa Yemen,
Mark Hollis,
Monolake,
The Grass Roots,
Fear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slave,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
Blancmange,
Severed Heads,
The Saints,
A Certain Ratio,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quadrant,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt,
Basic Channel,
Cluster,
Agent Orange,
Bluetip,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cowsills,
Bad Manners,
Aswad,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Machine,
Sonic Youth,
The Cure,
The Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Vainqueur,
Wire,
Rufus Thomas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Simply Red,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.