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 Austria and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Andrew Hill to the grime 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Niagra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
The Gories,
The Divine Comedy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
Radio Birdman,
Howard Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
LL Cool J,
The Moody Blues,
The American Breed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Metal Thangz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funkadelic,
Barbara Tucker,
Q65,
The Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Dead C,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Duran Duran,
Chris & Cosey,
Zero Boys,
Ossler,
Flipper,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
OOIOO,
The Doors,
EPMD,
New Age Steppers,
Absolute Body Control,
Pole,
These Immortal Souls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Halsall,
Dennis Brown,
Bush Tetras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
The Smoke,
Quando Quango,
Negative Approach,
Altered Images,
Fear,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.