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 Haiti and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Faust to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hashim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Searchers,
Mad Mike,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ohio Players,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siglo XX,
Fat Boys,
The Techniques,
Marine Girls,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
Oblivians,
Fear,
Basic Channel,
Thompson Twins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warren Ellis,
Ronan,
Nico,
Ituana,
Janne Schatter,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord,
Public Enemy,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Heaven 17,
Bush Tetras,
Excepter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
The Red Krayola,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
R.M.O.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Clarke,
The Raincoats,
Wings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Laurel Aitken,
Brothers Johnson,
Brick,
Steve Hackett,
Minnie Riperton,
The Black Dice,
Alice Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Thee Headcoats,
The Victims,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Interpol,
Brand Nubian,
Simply Red,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.