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 Bhutan and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Judy Mowatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlback,
Outsiders,
Pere Ubu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside,
Anthony Braxton,
The Standells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fuzztones,
The Slits,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
Desert Stars,
Easy Going,
the Normal,
Pulsallama,
L. Decosne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kayak,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Procol Harum,
The Wake,
Lower 48,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drexciya,
Cybotron,
Carl Craig,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Osbourne,
Colin Newman,
Leonard Cohen,
Zero Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Severed Heads,
Nirvana,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Patti Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxette,
Black Moon,
Pantaleimon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Victims,
Cheater Slicks,
Davy DMX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül II,
Slave,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.