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 Peru and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Peter & Gordon to the dance 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dirtbombs,
Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Organ,
Public Enemy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
Scrapy,
Average White Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The New Christs,
Stiv Bators,
Lightning Bolt,
Subhumans,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Clarke,
Icehouse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blossom Toes,
Junior Murvin,
T. Rex,
Index,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare,
Liliput,
Susan Cadogan,
Deepchord,
Monolake,
The United States of America,
Man Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Flag,
Aswad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Section 25,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Hill,
David Axelrod,
The Doors,
The Move,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Intrusion,
Unrelated Segments,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sugar Minott,
Sight & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Ten City,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.