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 Zambia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Foxx to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang of Four,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Bourne,
David Bowie,
Crooked Eye,
Severed Heads,
Banda Bassotti,
Camouflage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalann,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
EPMD,
Barbara Tucker,
Anthony Braxton,
Main Source,
Tubeway Army,
Babytalk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scrapy,
Bauhaus,
Stiv Bators,
The Vogues,
Massinfluence,
the Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Terry,
Don Cherry,
Arthur Verocai,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Parrish,
X-102,
Lungfish,
Rites of Spring,
The Beau Brummels,
Nirvana,
Y Pants,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Von Mondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter & Gordon,
Lebanon Hanover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Guru Guru,
Fad Gadget,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hasil Adkins,
R.M.O.,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.