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 France 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers,
Bauhaus,
JFA,
Johnny Clarke,
Underground Resistance,
Desert Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Icehouse,
Oneida,
Slick Rick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radio Birdman,
MDC,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jawbox,
Maurizio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faust,
The Victims,
Magazine,
The Beau Brummels,
The Motions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minny Pops,
The Fugs,
Moss Icon,
Section 25,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joey Negro,
The Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Godley & Creme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Holt,
Eurythmics,
A Certain Ratio,
Judy Mowatt,
Barry Ungar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zapp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Bowie,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mr. Review,
E-Dancer,
Whodini,
Popol Vuh,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crooked Eye,
Banda Bassotti,
Toni Rubio,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.