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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Eve St. Jones to the disco 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Organ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Wells,
Hasil Adkins,
Make Up,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cramps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Starr,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Nirvana,
Khruangbin,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacques Brel,
Ituana,
Warren Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Real Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonic Youth,
Severed Heads,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Altered Images,
B.T. Express,
Stereo Dub,
Dave Gahan,
The Searchers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rod Modell,
One Last Wish,
The Zeros,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick May,
Erasure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minnie Riperton,
Barbara Tucker,
Pulsallama,
H. Thieme,
Stetsasonic,
Dawn Penn,
KRS-One,
Skaos,
Bluetip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul Sonic Force,
UT,
John Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Malaria!,
Babytalk,
Hoover,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.