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 Croatia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 E-Dancer to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Junior Murvin,
The United States of America,
Zero Boys,
Q and Not U,
Harpers Bizarre,
Section 25,
David Bowie,
Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Howard Jones,
Desert Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Dolphy,
Boz Scaggs,
Graham Central Station,
Deepchord,
the Swans,
Oneida,
Dual Sessions,
The Evens,
Neu!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Smog,
Nico,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Model 500,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Morten Harket,
Underground Resistance,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Wake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Lynne,
Scan 7,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mojo Men,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacques Brel,
The Tremeloes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dennis Brown,
H. Thieme,
JFA,
Reuben Wilson,
Sister Nancy,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Hill,
the Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dark Day,
MC5,
Hardrive,
Leonard Cohen,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.