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 Panama and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Nation of Ulysses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Juan Atkins,
Funky Four + One,
Hasil Adkins,
The American Breed,
Bronski Beat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Judy Mowatt,
Popol Vuh,
Angry Samoans,
Ten City,
Lou Reed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yazoo,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dirtbombs,
Easy Going,
Royal Trux,
Stereo Dub,
Mo-Dettes,
Stiv Bators,
Half Japanese,
Television Personalities,
Das Ding,
Kaleidoscope,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Raincoats,
K-Klass,
Ituana,
Massinfluence,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry's Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Inner City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Barracudas,
Aswad,
Ronnie Foster,
Lower 48,
Trumans Water,
Letta Mbulu,
Dawn Penn,
The Fuzztones,
The Zeros,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Theoretical Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
Peter & Gordon,
Duran Duran,
Accadde A,
U.S. Maple,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.