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 Niger and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
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 snare 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 Neon Judgement 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Sandy B,
Darondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
June of 44,
Todd Rundgren,
Isaac Hayes,
Dual Sessions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Das Ding,
Matthew Halsall,
the Swans,
Newcleus,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Mills,
Cal Tjader,
Sonic Youth,
Ice-T,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stereo Dub,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siglo XX,
Fluxion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Mantronix,
Neil Young,
Main Source,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
Duran Duran,
The Litter,
ABBA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick May,
Lungfish,
Leonard Cohen,
Subhumans,
Bad Manners,
Lou Christie,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barry Ungar,
Popol Vuh,
Josef K,
Model 500,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Names,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Michelle Simonal,
Cymande,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Hill,
Pere Ubu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jawbox,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.