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 Indonesia and from Copenhagen.
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 Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Age Steppers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scion,
Livin' Joy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ten City,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Surgeon,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cure,
The Stooges,
The Searchers,
Schoolly D,
The Moody Blues,
Piero Umiliani,
The Last Poets,
E-Dancer,
The Real Kids,
Accadde A,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amazonics,
Lindisfarne,
The Zeros,
Siglo XX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
U.S. Maple,
Lakeside,
The Selecter,
Camberwell Now,
Shuggie Otis,
Al Stewart,
Henry Cow,
Marvin Gaye,
Massinfluence,
Eric B and Rakim,
10cc,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Foxx,
Bobby Byrd,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül,
Eli Mardock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magma,
Model 500,
Ponytail,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Prince Buster,
Mantronix,
The Leaves,
Ice-T,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.