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 Rwanda 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Gang Green to the funk 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Janne Schatter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül II,
Intrusion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pagans,
Animal Collective,
The Invisible,
The Searchers,
Tommy Roe,
Essential Logic,
Magazine,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Procol Harum,
Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Smooth,
Skriet,
Severed Heads,
Icehouse,
The Kinks,
Pulsallama,
PIL,
Quando Quango,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Görl,
Marine Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pierre Henry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oneida,
Scientists,
The Monochrome Set,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Copeland,
the Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warsaw,
Aaron Thompson,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Young Rascals,
Quadrant,
The Associates,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smiths,
Skarface,
John Foxx,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.