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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Neu! to the techno 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Maurizio,
Jacob Miller,
Lucky Dragons,
Mr. Review,
T.S.O.L.,
The Litter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
Massinfluence,
Curtis Mayfield,
One Last Wish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moody Blues,
New York Dolls,
Hasil Adkins,
JFA,
Faust,
Absolute Body Control,
Donald Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Traffic Nightmare,
Clear Light,
Porter Ricks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
10cc,
Index,
Quadrant,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Style,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang of Four,
X-101,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slick Rick,
Sparks,
Funkadelic,
Wings,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fugs,
The Trojans,
Joyce Sims,
Goldenarms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bad Manners,
FM Einheit,
Ornette Coleman,
Agent Orange,
Mars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Henry Cow,
Althea and Donna,
Harry Pussy,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.