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 Honduras and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Scott Walker to the dance 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dirtbombs,
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yusef Lateef,
Alphaville,
The Selecter,
Severed Heads,
Mad Mike,
the Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Mandrill,
Cluster,
Reagan Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
The Misunderstood,
Warsaw,
Franke,
New Order,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marcia Griffiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smiths,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New York Dolls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Motorama,
The Fortunes,
The Slackers,
Eric Dolphy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Technova,
Au Pairs,
B.T. Express,
Harry Pussy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tubeway Army,
The Knickerbockers,
The Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Bourne,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
U.S. Maple,
Brass Construction,
Bad Manners,
Ronan,
Spoonie Gee,
Newcleus,
Pierre Henry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nirvana,
Funky Four + One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.