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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Cowsills to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
David Bowie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Moon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Schoolly D,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispian St. Peters,
Los Fastidios,
James White and The Blacks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moebius,
Yaz,
Reuben Wilson,
Joyce Sims,
Livin' Joy,
Black Sheep,
LL Cool J,
World's Most,
The Martian,
Japan,
Q65,
Jawbox,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Searchers,
the Germs,
Althea and Donna,
Sam Rivers,
Sister Nancy,
Bob Dylan,
The Victims,
The Mummies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blossom Toes,
Camouflage,
Moby Grape,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Don Cherry,
Sällskapet,
X-102,
Traffic Nightmare,
Michelle Simonal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Star Department,
the Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Silicon Teens,
Mr. Review,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Green,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.