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 Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radiopuhelimet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Ludus,
Sex Pistols,
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shoche,
Technova,
Minnie Riperton,
Leonard Cohen,
Judy Mowatt,
The Zeros,
Nas,
Ponytail,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fear,
Wally Richardson,
Sun City Girls,
Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
the Fania All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moss Icon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Hood,
Deakin,
Maurizio,
The Mojo Men,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fugs,
10cc,
Al Stewart,
Chris & Cosey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Section 25,
Donny Hathaway,
Kaleidoscope,
Warren Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Infiniti,
The Searchers,
June Days,
Q65,
Liliput,
Deadbeat,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ohio Players,
Moebius,
Grey Daturas,
The Doors,
Moby Grape,
Country Teasers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moleskins,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.