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 Georgia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rock 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Buckinghams,
Kaleidoscope,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pagans,
Toni Rubio,
T.S.O.L.,
Accadde A,
Q and Not U,
Eden Ahbez,
Eurythmics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Germs,
Whodini,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Names,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultra Naté,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Josef K,
D'Angelo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Finger,
John Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alphaville,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers,
The Busters,
The Misunderstood,
The Music Machine,
Icehouse,
Deepchord,
Country Teasers,
Brick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities,
Nas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Hill,
the Bar-Kays,
10cc,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Saints,
The Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Style,
Japan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q65,
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
The Cure,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.