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 Iceland and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
David Bowie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MDC,
Rotary Connection,
Mo-Dettes,
Piero Umiliani,
Das Ding,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heaven 17,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacques Brel,
The Toasters,
The American Breed,
John Lydon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
the Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nirvana,
Don Cherry,
Index,
The Dead C,
Arab on Radar,
Danielle Patucci,
Wolf Eyes,
Sparks,
The Dave Clark Five,
UT,
Bootsy Collins,
The Human League,
Nils Olav,
Janne Schatter,
Lightning Bolt,
K-Klass,
Rekid,
Warsaw,
Monolake,
Kurtis Blow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Graham Central Station,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Lynne,
Lakeside,
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monks,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.