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 Colombia and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monochrome Set to the punk 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Erasure,
The Blackbyrds,
Sixth Finger,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra,
The Smoke,
The Vogues,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mummies,
The Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Terry,
Metal Thangz,
The Stooges,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
the Sonics,
Section 25,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moody Blues,
Lower 48,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-Ray Spex,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers,
Main Source,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
The Evens,
Harry Pussy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Tim Buckley,
Babytalk,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Inner City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Victims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Buzzcocks,
The Litter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Motorama,
Blake Baxter,
Black Bananas,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young,
Fat Boys,
F. McDonald,
Franke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joyce Sims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Enemy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.