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 Hungary and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Robert Hood,
Swell Maps,
Joensuu 1685,
Procol Harum,
Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
The United States of America,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nils Olav,
Scion,
Prince Buster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Al Stewart,
Dark Day,
Cybotron,
The Neon Judgement,
Dave Gahan,
Boredoms,
The Litter,
The Smoke,
Amazonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth,
Average White Band,
Arab on Radar,
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
cv313,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
Clear Light,
Sam Rivers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
The Pop Group,
Don Cherry,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxy Music,
Wolf Eyes,
The Misunderstood,
The Move,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ken Boothe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Little Man,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Barracudas,
Neu!,
Negative Approach,
PIL,
Carl Craig,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.