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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Shoche to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Blake Baxter,
Subhumans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Second Layer,
Junior Murvin,
Mandrill,
the Normal,
Juan Atkins,
The Names,
F. McDonald,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
The Durutti Column,
Dave Gahan,
Loose Ends,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The J.B.'s,
Sparks,
Davy DMX,
Albert Ayler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Can,
Von Mondo,
The Red Krayola,
Eden Ahbez,
KRS-One,
The Busters,
Lakeside,
Essential Logic,
Jacques Brel,
Slave,
Shoche,
Inner City,
Scott Walker,
Derrick May,
Fatback Band,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jawbox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
Dorothy Ashby,
China Crisis,
Average White Band,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Green,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kayak,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.