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 Japan 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grime 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Litter,
The Velvet Underground,
Alton Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Danielle Patucci,
Lakeside,
CMW,
The Fire Engines,
MDC,
The Mummies,
Todd Rundgren,
The Names,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Supertramp,
These Immortal Souls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
Japan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anthony Braxton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swell Maps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
Eve St. Jones,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Sherman,
Basic Channel,
Motorama,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music,
The Associates,
Ludus,
Excepter,
Ten City,
Alphaville,
Ossler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Index,
Harry Pussy,
Scratch Acid,
Lalann,
Susan Cadogan,
The Barracudas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agent Orange,
The Searchers,
Darondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Bourne,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.