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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Oblivians to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Wolf Eyes,
Spandau Ballet,
Ituana,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rufus Thomas,
Sandy B,
Skarface,
Bad Manners,
the Germs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flipper,
Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pulsallama,
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
Hardrive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eurythmics,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Wells,
Fad Gadget,
Black Sheep,
Deakin,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Names,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Durutti Column,
Kas Product,
Mo-Dettes,
Essential Logic,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gichy Dan,
Infiniti,
Black Moon,
The Associates,
Wire,
Ultra Naté,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonic Youth,
Zapp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Wyatt,
The Move,
Magma,
The Cure,
Aloha Tigers,
Sällskapet,
The Young Rascals,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Music Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.