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 Madagascar and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Byron Stingily to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Fatback Band,
The Busters,
Pierre Henry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacques Brel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Freddie Wadling,
Howard Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
The Count Five,
Das Ding,
Pole,
Todd Terry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
World's Most,
Hoover,
the Swans,
Tres Demented,
Simply Red,
Unrelated Segments,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moleskins,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick May,
Gichy Dan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The J.B.'s,
Thee Headcoats,
Iggy Pop,
Patti Smith,
Excepter,
Peter and Kerry,
Severed Heads,
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
Smog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Panda Bear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marvin Gaye,
Pussy Galore,
Max Romeo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Golliwogs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
FM Einheit,
Warren Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Judy Mowatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Evens,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
The Misunderstood,
The Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.