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 Qatar 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
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 theremin 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the disco 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Wells,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Motions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gun Club,
The Move,
Black Moon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sparks,
Silicon Teens,
Dennis Brown,
Vladislav Delay,
The Buckinghams,
The Monks,
Interpol,
Sight & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Sheep,
Ossler,
The Gap Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cybotron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wire,
Bootsy Collins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Foxx,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suicide,
X-101,
DJ Style,
Oblivians,
The Names,
The Fuzztones,
Pylon,
Sällskapet,
CMW,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
These Immortal Souls,
Cheater Slicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
Yellowson,
Marvin Gaye,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.