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 Liechtenstein and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Certain Ratio to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Basic Channel,
AZ,
Letta Mbulu,
Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Rufus Thomas,
Rakim,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fluxion,
Unrelated Segments,
Rosa Yemen,
Vladislav Delay,
The Names,
Althea and Donna,
Intrusion,
Zero Boys,
Skaos,
Procol Harum,
Radiohead,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blancmange,
Flipper,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sound Behaviour,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
The Techniques,
Ronnie Foster,
Mandrill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quadrant,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed,
This Heat,
David Bowie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABBA,
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ituana,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Age Steppers,
Royal Trux,
Kas Product,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Loose Ends,
Crime,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
David McCallum,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cure,
Barrington Levy,
Minnie Riperton,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.