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 Bahamas and from London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Faust to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Moody Blues,
X-102,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
Pierre Henry,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Starr,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
Theoretical Girls,
Can,
Soft Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
Erykah Badu,
Monolake,
Babytalk,
Kerri Chandler,
Marmalade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Make Up,
Josef K,
R.M.O.,
Dennis Brown,
Ultra Naté,
E-Dancer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Surgeon,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Terry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Womack,
kango's stein massive,
The Angels of Light,
Icehouse,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tubeway Army,
Tim Buckley,
The Remains,
Cecil Taylor,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hardrive,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moss Icon,
The Wake,
Flipper,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
Lindisfarne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.