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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Ronan to the funk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Amazonics,
The Seeds,
Morten Harket,
John Foxx,
T. Rex,
Marine Girls,
Quando Quango,
Al Stewart,
JFA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stiv Bators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
The Walker Brothers,
Royal Trux,
John Lydon,
The Martian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Wells,
Rod Modell,
Arthur Verocai,
Aaron Thompson,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Green,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang of Four,
Joyce Sims,
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
The Neon Judgement,
MDC,
Laurel Aitken,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Sneak,
Wasted Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantytec,
The Stooges,
Charles Mingus,
Depeche Mode,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slits,
Underground Resistance,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Hood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slave,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare,
The Electric Prunes,
cv313,
New York Dolls,
Lightning Bolt,
Malaria!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.