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 Burkina and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dark Day to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Lynne,
Desert Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
Outsiders,
Ultra Naté,
Television Personalities,
Alison Limerick,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun City Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Ken Boothe,
Sugar Minott,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dawn Penn,
Average White Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
Icehouse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Near,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ohio Players,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deepchord,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
David Axelrod,
The Moleskins,
Quantec,
Banda Bassotti,
Pulsallama,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül,
The Gories,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ituana,
Index,
Dead Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alton Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Lydon,
Liliput,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Human League,
Animal Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crime,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Halsall,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.