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 Nauru and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Normal to the grime 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Depeche Mode,
The Sound,
the Swans,
The Busters,
The United States of America,
The Toasters,
Organ,
Fad Gadget,
the Association,
Suicide,
David McCallum,
Ponytail,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blancmange,
Danielle Patucci,
Oneida,
Alice Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Second Layer,
In Retrospect,
The Smoke,
The Evens,
Wasted Youth,
The Standells,
New York Dolls,
the Germs,
Iggy Pop,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris & Cosey,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonic Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joy Division,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Beau Brummels,
Carl Craig,
David Axelrod,
Robert Hood,
Gichy Dan,
Livin' Joy,
Silicon Teens,
Babytalk,
Television,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fear,
the Sonics,
Marmalade,
Black Pus,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
UT,
Sugar Minott,
Sight & Sound,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.