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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 E-Dancer to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Black Moon,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Bourne,
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T,
Funkadelic,
The Star Department,
Peter & Gordon,
Mars,
Schoolly D,
The Doobie Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eurythmics,
KRS-One,
Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wolf Eyes,
Arab on Radar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Searchers,
Max Romeo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
Pylon,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Holt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues,
Sällskapet,
Unwound,
The Slits,
The Wake,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doors,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Organ,
The Victims,
The Beau Brummels,
Brass Construction,
the Association,
Eli Mardock,
Juan Atkins,
Aswad,
Sun Ra,
Al Stewart,
Godley & Creme,
Hashim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bronski Beat,
Ituana,
David Bowie,
Bobby Womack,
Janne Schatter,
Dave Gahan,
Stereo Dub,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.