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 Haiti and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Smiths to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soulsonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Standells,
Dawn Penn,
Terry Callier,
The Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Byron Stingily,
kango's stein massive,
This Heat,
the Bar-Kays,
Maurizio,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
Erasure,
The Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gladiators,
Monolake,
Sällskapet,
DNA,
Gang of Four,
E-Dancer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marshall Jefferson,
Franke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pagans,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Hill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quadrant,
Iggy Pop,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
L. Decosne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
Aaron Thompson,
T.S.O.L.,
Sister Nancy,
Warsaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Blancmange,
The Fortunes,
The Count Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Darondo,
Rites of Spring,
New Age Steppers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Tremeloes,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.