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 Lebanon and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Masters at Work,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun City Girls,
Technova,
In Retrospect,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers,
Chris & Cosey,
the Normal,
Sound Behaviour,
Dennis Brown,
Excepter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Carl Craig,
Nik Kershaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Josef K,
Lower 48,
Ultra Naté,
The Red Krayola,
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reagan Youth,
Symarip,
The Moleskins,
Inner City,
Stiv Bators,
Deepchord,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fugs,
Ken Boothe,
Bauhaus,
Quando Quango,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pagans,
The Last Poets,
Theoretical Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Association,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ossler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
Danielle Patucci,
The American Breed,
Kurtis Blow,
Y Pants,
Eddi Front,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cheater Slicks,
Altered Images,
Das Ding,
Bush Tetras,
Nils Olav,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.