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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Junior Murvin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Remains,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deakin,
The Fire Engines,
Japan,
Erasure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Music Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terry Callier,
Janne Schatter,
Harry Pussy,
Sister Nancy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Subhumans,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sex Pistols,
Wings,
Toni Rubio,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed,
Roger Hodgson,
Royal Trux,
Glenn Branca,
Sällskapet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delta 5,
Aswad,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Last Poets,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moss Icon,
Suburban Knight,
Steve Hackett,
The Techniques,
Loose Ends,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Das Ding,
Eli Mardock,
OOIOO,
Hardrive,
Moebius,
The Star Department,
Black Bananas,
Lindisfarne,
Eden Ahbez,
Babytalk,
Joyce Sims,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.