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 Algeria and from London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shadows of Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pop Group,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
Hoover,
Supertramp,
The Misunderstood,
Moby Grape,
The Skatalites,
Pole,
These Immortal Souls,
Joey Negro,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kenny Larkin,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
Kayak,
Crash Course in Science,
James White and The Blacks,
John Lydon,
Malaria!,
Scion,
Piero Umiliani,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visage,
Joensuu 1685,
The Searchers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Foxx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fuzztones,
Warsaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Porter Ricks,
Bauhaus,
X-101,
Crooked Eye,
Leonard Cohen,
Morten Harket,
The Music Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
10cc,
Donny Hathaway,
The Beau Brummels,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.