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 Burkina 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Howard Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Talk Talk,
Hot Snakes,
The Beau Brummels,
Albert Ayler,
Radio Birdman,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Pulsallama,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacques Brel,
Supertramp,
X-101,
Tim Buckley,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Colin Newman,
a-ha,
Pagans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maurizio,
Slave,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moby Grape,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ohio Players,
Marmalade,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arthur Verocai,
R.M.O.,
ABBA,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
Second Layer,
Little Man,
Minutemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
La Düsseldorf,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Kinks,
Jandek,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Christie,
Kaleidoscope,
Organ,
Kenny Larkin,
The Skatalites,
The American Breed,
Barrington Levy,
Bauhaus,
Half Japanese,
Ice-T,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Teasers,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.