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 Philippines and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Modern Lovers to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Warsaw,
Sun City Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultravox,
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra,
Fela Kuti,
Duran Duran,
The Modern Lovers,
the Germs,
Fatback Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dark Day,
Pylon,
Nirvana,
The Beau Brummels,
MC5,
Todd Terry,
Michelle Simonal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reagan Youth,
Fear,
The Fortunes,
Tom Boy,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
X-Ray Spex,
Nik Kershaw,
Average White Band,
Roxy Music,
Little Man,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flipper,
The Pretty Things,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Idris Muhammad,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Starr,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neu!,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Copeland,
Accadde A,
Matthew Halsall,
Scion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Human League,
Davy DMX,
Blake Baxter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.