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 United States and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rock 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Cluster,
Morten Harket,
The Fall,
Skarface,
John Coltrane,
Pole,
The Fuzztones,
Half Japanese,
Bang On A Can,
Flash Fearless,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lyres,
The Grass Roots,
Chris & Cosey,
Scratch Acid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Sherman,
Rites of Spring,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gun Club,
Chris Corsano,
Tim Buckley,
The Smiths,
L. Decosne,
Graham Central Station,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Royal Trux,
Public Enemy,
Amazonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Tears for Fears,
The Moody Blues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Simply Red,
Yaz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cal Tjader,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Funkadelic,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Colin Newman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tres Demented,
Mars,
DJ Style,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.