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 Uzbekistan 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Supertramp to the rock 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Crooked Eye,
The Searchers,
Joy Division,
The Knickerbockers,
Sex Pistols,
Oneida,
Chris & Cosey,
Minutemen,
48th St. Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Anakelly,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Black Pus,
Visage,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joyce Sims,
Sällskapet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Audionom,
The Neon Judgement,
Royal Trux,
Eric Copeland,
Ultra Naté,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Gabor Szabo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agent Orange,
Cecil Taylor,
David Axelrod,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boz Scaggs,
Simply Red,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The J.B.'s,
The Mummies,
Albert Ayler,
Michelle Simonal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Frankie Knuckles,
Young Marble Giants,
Easy Going,
Lalann,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
Los Fastidios,
Marcia Griffiths,
Underground Resistance,
Subhumans,
Tom Boy,
Arthur Verocai,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.