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 Peru and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
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 linndrum 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 Gerry Rafferty to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Icehouse,
Supertramp,
New Order,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T. Rex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brothers Johnson,
Minor Threat,
Warsaw,
Japan,
DJ Style,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
D'Angelo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Wake,
Roger Hodgson,
Clear Light,
Los Fastidios,
The Remains,
Faraquet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
Oblivians,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Metal Thangz,
Peter & Gordon,
Dark Day,
Deadbeat,
E-Dancer,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Christie,
The Real Kids,
Chrome,
Magma,
Cymande,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
Darondo,
John Cale,
Average White Band,
Kerri Chandler,
the Sonics,
Sparks,
Q and Not U,
Bluetip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cluster,
Fad Gadget,
Wolf Eyes,
Zero Boys,
Harry Pussy,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Lynne,
John Foxx,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.