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 Cambodia and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 10cc to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Terrestrial Tones,
Prince Buster,
Pierre Henry,
Hoover,
Jacques Brel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Delta 5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swell Maps,
Janne Schatter,
Henry Cow,
Graham Central Station,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barbara Tucker,
EPMD,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Christie,
Arab on Radar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Offenders,
Brick,
Black Sheep,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonic Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Monolake,
Ultravox,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lyres,
Urselle,
Gang of Four,
Deadbeat,
Crash Course in Science,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Count Five,
Faust,
Circle Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Sight & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Mars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lower 48,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tubeway Army,
Godley & Creme,
Black Moon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Duran Duran,
Brass Construction,
Dave Gahan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June Days,
Bluetip,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.