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 Suriname and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Victims to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Max Romeo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nas,
Gong,
Neu!,
Stereo Dub,
Yaz,
China Crisis,
The Pop Group,
Cal Tjader,
Panda Bear,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Janne Schatter,
Outsiders,
Crime,
Moebius,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fugazi,
Bill Wells,
The Slits,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed,
Thee Headcoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Sex Pistols,
Scion,
Sun City Girls,
Sugar Minott,
June of 44,
The Modern Lovers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Inner City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
Albert Ayler,
Scientists,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Order,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxette,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mantronix,
Aloha Tigers,
the Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Dawn Penn,
Das Ding,
Slick Rick,
Joy Division,
Grauzone,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.