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 Russia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flock of Seagulls 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Youth Brigade,
The Monochrome Set,
Kayak,
Robert Hood,
Lalann,
Joy Division,
The Beau Brummels,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quantec,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker,
Cluster,
Warsaw,
Morten Harket,
Depeche Mode,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
Scratch Acid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Mr. Review,
The Gun Club,
Con Funk Shun,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smiths,
T. Rex,
Spoonie Gee,
Goldenarms,
The Dirtbombs,
Motorama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacques Brel,
JFA,
Brick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
EPMD,
The Invisible,
the Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Lakeside,
Young Marble Giants,
Sällskapet,
Von Mondo,
The Buckinghams,
Yazoo,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.