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 Mongolia 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
Radiohead,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lower 48,
Maurizio,
The Remains,
Skarface,
Flash Fearless,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scion,
Soulsonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Buzzcocks,
Gang of Four,
A Certain Ratio,
Lakeside,
Lou Christie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tim Buckley,
Boredoms,
Suburban Knight,
the Association,
Theoretical Girls,
L. Decosne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
Goldenarms,
Das Ding,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faust,
Duran Duran,
Whodini,
Symarip,
Black Flag,
Ossler,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mojo Men,
Wolf Eyes,
Schoolly D,
Funkadelic,
Rod Modell,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Hill,
Parry Music,
the Germs,
The Misunderstood,
Ohio Players,
Organ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABBA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Davy DMX,
The Invisible,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.