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 Morocco and from Jakarta.
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 Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camberwell Now to the grunge 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Bourne,
The Real Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
The Techniques,
The Grass Roots,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rufus Thomas,
Sixth Finger,
Radiohead,
Bluetip,
Hot Snakes,
The Durutti Column,
The Pretty Things,
E-Dancer,
Derrick Morgan,
Main Source,
Eve St. Jones,
Second Layer,
Half Japanese,
These Immortal Souls,
Aaron Thompson,
AZ,
The Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
Pylon,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Rundgren,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Remains,
The Standells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pere Ubu,
The Move,
Tomorrow,
Organ,
Fluxion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
Gang of Four,
The Five Americans,
Circle Jerks,
Pagans,
Porter Ricks,
the Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Connie Case,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Desert Stars,
Drexciya,
Deepchord,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minny Pops,
Public Image Ltd.,
kango's stein massive,
Audionom,
The Gladiators,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.