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 Costa Rica and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 The Walker Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Byron Stingily,
Ronan,
Kenny Larkin,
Alton Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABC,
Davy DMX,
The Cramps,
Faraquet,
John Foxx,
Ornette Coleman,
Marine Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marmalade,
the Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dawn Penn,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Sheep,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Germs,
The Tremeloes,
The Grass Roots,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
CMW,
The Trojans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Divine Comedy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Remains,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minutemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Scan 7,
the Human League,
MC5,
Erykah Badu,
Index,
Pylon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic,
Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Invisible,
Inner City,
The Fortunes,
Make Up,
cv313,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.