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 Malta and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 JFA to the punk 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mark Hollis,
Dawn Penn,
Anthony Braxton,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Style,
Faraquet,
Sonic Youth,
Das Ding,
U.S. Maple,
Brick,
The Gories,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Maurizio,
Bush Tetras,
Circle Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
kango's stein massive,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Near,
AZ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Howard Jones,
Mantronix,
The Gun Club,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
Camberwell Now,
Nas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Albert Ayler,
Fear,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gichy Dan,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Görl,
Jawbox,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pop Group,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
Alice Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Pantytec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang On A Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Smog,
Blossom Toes,
Mr. Review,
The Grass Roots,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.