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 Kosovo and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the crunk 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pylon,
The Gories,
John Coltrane,
Mars,
Erasure,
Deakin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Maurizio,
The Tremeloes,
Dark Day,
Jacques Brel,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aswad,
Animal Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fela Kuti,
the Association,
Nas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ossler,
Harmonia,
Bootsy Collins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eli Mardock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Malaria!,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Residents,
Dawn Penn,
Zapp,
Camouflage,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Moon,
the Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül II,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gong,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reagan Youth,
Lalann,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.