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 New Zealand and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Music Machine 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Absolute Body Control,
Grey Daturas,
The Kinks,
New Order,
Moss Icon,
Babytalk,
Yellowson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Hood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Green,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Urselle,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tubeway Army,
Sugar Minott,
The Modern Lovers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q and Not U,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers,
Half Japanese,
Suicide,
This Heat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soulsonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
The Stooges,
Howard Jones,
Aswad,
Public Enemy,
Dave Gahan,
Skarface,
Bronski Beat,
Boredoms,
DJ Sneak,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smoke,
Alphaville,
Silicon Teens,
the Germs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blake Baxter,
Bush Tetras,
Dawn Penn,
Model 500,
Sister Nancy,
Ronan,
The Barracudas,
Heaven 17,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Byron Stingily,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.