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 Somalia 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Zapp to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Avey Tare,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quantec,
Circle Jerks,
The Skatalites,
E-Dancer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Moon,
MC5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sällskapet,
LL Cool J,
Rapeman,
The Buckinghams,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mantronix,
Mars,
Bang On A Can,
Morten Harket,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Index,
Delta 5,
These Immortal Souls,
Deepchord,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Wake,
Technova,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dark Day,
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
Ludus,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Bananas,
Y Pants,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Banda Bassotti,
Liliput,
John Holt,
Lower 48,
The Selecter,
Model 500,
The Residents,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
Pulsallama,
A Certain Ratio,
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.