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 Finland and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Monks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
the Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quadrant,
Alton Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker,
Scan 7,
The Divine Comedy,
Connie Case,
ABBA,
Davy DMX,
Roger Hodgson,
John Foxx,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Blossom Toes,
Model 500,
The American Breed,
Nico,
Skaos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yusef Lateef,
Liliput,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doobie Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Khruangbin,
Stiv Bators,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
Urselle,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick May,
Hoover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unwound,
Jandek,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed,
Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Surgeon,
Quantec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Barracudas,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
The Gun Club,
Circle Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.