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 Samoa 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alphaville to the grime 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Juan Atkins,
The Moody Blues,
Godley & Creme,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Main Source,
Second Layer,
Subhumans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Almond,
Flamin' Groovies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stiv Bators,
Sun City Girls,
The Gladiators,
Marvin Gaye,
Junior Murvin,
Mars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Girls At Our Best!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Germs,
Royal Trux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
Rapeman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Axelrod,
Flash Fearless,
Bang On A Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sällskapet,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Blancmange,
The Barracudas,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oneida,
Television,
The Neon Judgement,
Slick Rick,
James White and The Blacks,
John Coltrane,
World's Most,
K-Klass,
Shoche,
The Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.