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 Bulgaria and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Quantec to the techno 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moody Blues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
World's Most,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quando Quango,
Ornette Coleman,
Cluster,
The Moleskins,
Slick Rick,
Talk Talk,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ten City,
The Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marmalade,
Massinfluence,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eden Ahbez,
Mars,
Grauzone,
The Mummies,
Todd Rundgren,
Barrington Levy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Starr,
Tom Boy,
Schoolly D,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Urselle,
The Black Dice,
The Gories,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skarface,
Metal Thangz,
Goldenarms,
MC5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Hood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Youth Brigade,
a-ha,
Zero Boys,
Pulsallama,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fela Kuti,
The Pretty Things,
PIL,
The Busters,
Panda Bear,
The Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Swans,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.