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 Germany and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ohio Players,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fuzztones,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Sherman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang On A Can,
Drexciya,
Monolake,
The Skatalites,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
Inner City,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül II,
Gong,
Crash Course in Science,
Sister Nancy,
Josef K,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Laurel Aitken,
Hasil Adkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liliput,
Roxette,
a-ha,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Barracudas,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television Personalities,
cv313,
Morten Harket,
Little Man,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moby Grape,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Intrusion,
Ludus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erykah Badu,
Skriet,
Boredoms,
Soulsonic Force,
Yellowson,
Robert Görl,
Rites of Spring,
The Remains,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.