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 United States and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dorothy Ashby to the dance 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Smiths,
Index,
Shoche,
Ponytail,
The Mojo Men,
ABC,
Deepchord,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
Cameo,
Technova,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flash Fearless,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
Gong,
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
Siglo XX,
Dead Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Qualms,
Suicide,
Radio Birdman,
Ken Boothe,
Sound Behaviour,
Unwound,
Half Japanese,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mad Mike,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Motions,
The Searchers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Khruangbin,
The Gun Club,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Near,
Motorama,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül,
Sällskapet,
Ultravox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Starr,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zero Boys,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
The Wake,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Hill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nico,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.