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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Leonard Cohen to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Reuben Wilson,
Organ,
Grey Daturas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aswad,
Urselle,
Half Japanese,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker,
Nick Fraelich,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed,
Hasil Adkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harmonia,
Mandrill,
Eden Ahbez,
Quantec,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June of 44,
Symarip,
Nirvana,
Infiniti,
Alison Limerick,
Con Funk Shun,
Livin' Joy,
Stereo Dub,
H. Thieme,
DJ Style,
One Last Wish,
Funky Four + One,
Boz Scaggs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Das Ding,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy Collins,
Marvin Gaye,
Howard Jones,
UT,
Icehouse,
Sound Behaviour,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
Sällskapet,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Babytalk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hashim,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Toasters,
Tears for Fears,
Loose Ends,
Yaz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.