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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Youth Brigade to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Busters,
Amon Düül II,
Scientists,
H. Thieme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Make Up,
The Move,
Porter Ricks,
Amazonics,
Sugar Minott,
The Grass Roots,
The Index,
Dark Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
10cc,
Kayak,
Quantec,
Ossler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Wake,
Pussy Galore,
Heaven 17,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Accadde A,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Parrish,
Fear,
Black Pus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Saccharine Trust,
Los Fastidios,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Morten Harket,
Nirvana,
Aural Exciters,
Kurtis Blow,
June Days,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spoonie Gee,
Echospace,
The Evens,
The Mummies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Khruangbin,
The New Christs,
The Invisible,
Circle Jerks,
The Count Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.