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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 FM Einheit to the electroclash 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Dark Day,
Wasted Youth,
Magazine,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
Kerri Chandler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dennis Brown,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra,
Aloha Tigers,
Newcleus,
Liliput,
Television Personalities,
The Kinks,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Prince Buster,
Fugazi,
Bootsy Collins,
Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yaz,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Fear,
Thompson Twins,
Black Bananas,
The Walker Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Spoonie Gee,
Massinfluence,
EPMD,
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Technova,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Goldenarms,
Donald Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Pylon,
Gastr Del Sol,
kango's stein massive,
The Searchers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.