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 Laos and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül to the electroclash 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
The Music Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warren Ellis,
Second Layer,
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats,
Cymande,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rapeman,
UT,
Bill Near,
The Walker Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Green,
Desert Stars,
Dave Gahan,
The Monochrome Set,
Fad Gadget,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Schoolly D,
Surgeon,
ABBA,
Suburban Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Skaos,
Malaria!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hoover,
Iggy Pop,
K-Klass,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxette,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arcadia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Kinks,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funkadelic,
John Lydon,
June Days,
Sun Ra,
Fela Kuti,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
U.S. Maple,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Sheep,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.