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 San Marino and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Stockholm Monsters to the punk 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
the Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smoke,
June Days,
Aaron Thompson,
John Holt,
Jeff Lynne,
Erykah Badu,
Agitation Free,
Morten Harket,
L. Decosne,
Smog,
Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Starr,
Chrome,
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
the Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gabor Szabo,
Saccharine Trust,
Japan,
Glenn Branca,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
the Germs,
DJ Sneak,
Easy Going,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
Kayak,
Godley & Creme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joyce Sims,
Dead Boys,
The Angels of Light,
The Mojo Men,
The Leaves,
Guru Guru,
The Pop Group,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Buzzcocks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Techniques,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Clarke,
Harmonia,
Joey Negro,
Sparks,
Blake Baxter,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.