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 Greece and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mummies to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deakin,
Crash Course in Science,
Pagans,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
Aloha Tigers,
The Kinks,
Minny Pops,
The Cramps,
The Searchers,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Toni Rubio,
Glenn Branca,
The Fuzztones,
The Gories,
La Düsseldorf,
Tom Boy,
E-Dancer,
The Move,
Piero Umiliani,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kenny Larkin,
Motorama,
The Doors,
Moebius,
Yaz,
KRS-One,
Aaron Thompson,
Khruangbin,
Joensuu 1685,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultravox,
FM Einheit,
Agitation Free,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hasil Adkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rotary Connection,
Dawn Penn,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Freddie Wadling,
Henry Cow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
The Music Machine,
Funkadelic,
The Happenings,
Skriet,
The Standells,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.