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 Guyana and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Organ 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yellowson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Trojans,
Funky Four + One,
Hashim,
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
Supertramp,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dirtbombs,
Godley & Creme,
Wings,
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed,
Boredoms,
The Cure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Prince Buster,
The Victims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Basic Channel,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Sneak,
The Offenders,
Scion,
The Associates,
Mission of Burma,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Skarface,
Scott Walker,
Slave,
Albert Ayler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Golliwogs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monolake,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quadrant,
The Stooges,
The Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
Joyce Sims,
The Saints,
Harry Pussy,
Brick,
Erasure,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.