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 Finland 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Dual Sessions to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Absolute Body Control,
MDC,
Prince Buster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Guru Guru,
Lower 48,
A Flock of Seagulls,
B.T. Express,
Moebius,
Mr. Review,
Don Cherry,
Ituana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funky Four + One,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker,
Lakeside,
48th St. Collective,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges,
Pierre Henry,
Maleditus Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nas,
Tommy Roe,
The Martian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minny Pops,
Nick Fraelich,
Quando Quango,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Malaria!,
Reagan Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
David Axelrod,
The Golliwogs,
Heaven 17,
Khruangbin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scion,
Mad Mike,
the Normal,
AZ,
The Monks,
E-Dancer,
Sällskapet,
Bob Dylan,
Dark Day,
Los Fastidios,
Black Bananas,
Mandrill,
Rosa Yemen,
New Age Steppers,
ABC,
Judy Mowatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gong,
Warren Ellis,
David McCallum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Simply Red,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.