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 Cyprus and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Radiopuhelimet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers,
Jandek,
In Retrospect,
Ultravox,
Massinfluence,
Michelle Simonal,
Freddie Wadling,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fugazi,
Slick Rick,
Neu!,
Barbara Tucker,
The Motions,
Pylon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Birthday Party,
Aswad,
Toni Rubio,
Half Japanese,
Faust,
Minny Pops,
The Victims,
The Remains,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tommy Roe,
Masters at Work,
B.T. Express,
Deepchord,
Sam Rivers,
This Heat,
Judy Mowatt,
Television Personalities,
Mandrill,
Aural Exciters,
Wolf Eyes,
UT,
Funkadelic,
Roxette,
China Crisis,
Section 25,
Ornette Coleman,
Interpol,
New Order,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rotary Connection,
Ten City,
Cymande,
Mantronix,
Siglo XX,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül II,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scrapy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donald Byrd,
ABC,
Boz Scaggs,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.