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 Fiji and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joey Negro to the funk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Reagan Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quantec,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Deakin,
Bobby Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funkadelic,
The Divine Comedy,
Clear Light,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter & Gordon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The American Breed,
Mr. Review,
Talk Talk,
The Offenders,
Scrapy,
Tres Demented,
The Skatalites,
Subhumans,
a-ha,
Todd Terry,
Kaleidoscope,
Nas,
Visage,
The Golliwogs,
Technova,
Accadde A,
The Pretty Things,
Sonic Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Animal Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Japan,
World's Most,
Lou Christie,
Minor Threat,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Wake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Buzzcocks,
Gabor Szabo,
The Index,
Altered Images,
Surgeon,
Can,
DJ Sneak,
Brothers Johnson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.