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 Mexico and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 PIL to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Warren Ellis,
Carl Craig,
The Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fad Gadget,
Camberwell Now,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Gang of Four,
LL Cool J,
Laurel Aitken,
John Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Shuggie Otis,
Maurizio,
X-101,
Monolake,
T. Rex,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Human League,
Visage,
The Monochrome Set,
Byron Stingily,
Radio Birdman,
Black Bananas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cheater Slicks,
Blancmange,
Yazoo,
Outsiders,
Crime,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fuzztones,
Negative Approach,
Eli Mardock,
The Music Machine,
Royal Trux,
Eddi Front,
Surgeon,
Ultravox,
Joey Negro,
Aloha Tigers,
New Order,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dead C,
Bobby Womack,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slackers,
Infiniti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.