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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Marvin Gaye to the electroclash 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Dennis Brown,
The Motions,
Outsiders,
Suicide,
Thee Headcoats,
Essential Logic,
Sam Rivers,
Brand Nubian,
The Residents,
The Toasters,
Black Sheep,
Fat Boys,
Skaos,
Sällskapet,
Black Bananas,
Index,
Make Up,
The Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul II Soul,
The Zeros,
Iggy Pop,
the Swans,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blues Magoos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Circle Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Duran Duran,
Pole,
The Real Kids,
PIL,
The Pretty Things,
Rites of Spring,
AZ,
the Germs,
Cheater Slicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brick,
Yellowson,
The Martian,
Fad Gadget,
Faust,
Joy Division,
Isaac Hayes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scan 7,
Altered Images,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pierre Henry,
Skarface,
Animal Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.