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 Hungary and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Letta Mbulu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aaron Thompson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Toasters,
Stetsasonic,
R.M.O.,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonic Youth,
Tres Demented,
Susan Cadogan,
Theoretical Girls,
New Order,
Con Funk Shun,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delta 5,
a-ha,
Pantaleimon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bush Tetras,
The Birthday Party,
The Detroit Cobras,
Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Bowie,
Brand Nubian,
Dual Sessions,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Litter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suicide,
Ponytail,
Rufus Thomas,
Joensuu 1685,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heaven 17,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
Fluxion,
Goldenarms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mantronix,
Funkadelic,
Connie Case,
Bauhaus,
Cal Tjader,
The Star Department,
Anakelly,
Slave,
Von Mondo,
The Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
The Standells,
The Moleskins,
Rapeman,
K-Klass,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Newcleus,
Patti Smith,
FM Einheit,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.