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 Nauru and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Arab on Radar to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Whodini,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Neon Judgement,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Wake,
The Victims,
Depeche Mode,
Man Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Iggy Pop,
Henry Cow,
Glenn Branca,
Sarah Menescal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flipper,
Panda Bear,
Eli Mardock,
Hardrive,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young,
Sparks,
Stiv Bators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skriet,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anakelly,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Evens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Busters,
Funkadelic,
Wally Richardson,
Brothers Johnson,
Wire,
The Doors,
CMW,
Barbara Tucker,
China Crisis,
Girls At Our Best!,
OOIOO,
Johnny Clarke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Inner City,
Angry Samoans,
Crooked Eye,
Aural Exciters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
UT,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra,
Don Cherry,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.