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 Israel and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
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 harpsichord 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultravox,
Moby Grape,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jandek,
Infiniti,
The Human League,
Audionom,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Main Source,
Bobby Womack,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tres Demented,
John Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Music Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Howard Jones,
Lakeside,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
X-102,
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
Oblivians,
Lee Hazlewood,
Archie Shepp,
Adolescents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
Throbbing Gristle,
Icehouse,
Gang Starr,
The Moleskins,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Bourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Q65,
Kerri Chandler,
Gichy Dan,
The Motions,
The Offenders,
Scratch Acid,
the Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Fad Gadget,
Motorama,
Pole,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.