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 Sweden and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Simply Red to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
Graham Central Station,
Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Freddie Wadling,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Darondo,
Ituana,
B.T. Express,
Japan,
Henry Cow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funky Four + One,
Iggy Pop,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ludus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pere Ubu,
Fad Gadget,
June Days,
Sandy B,
Delta 5,
Roxette,
The Cramps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nils Olav,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Television,
Hot Snakes,
Spoonie Gee,
Suicide,
Panda Bear,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Grass Roots,
Arab on Radar,
Aural Exciters,
LL Cool J,
Jawbox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quando Quango,
John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Nirvana,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Starr,
The Barracudas,
Theoretical Girls,
Ossler,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
Subhumans,
Q and Not U,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.