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 Oman and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 Skriet to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Franke,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
Moss Icon,
Boredoms,
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arcadia,
Bill Near,
The Litter,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Christie,
Public Enemy,
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Red Krayola,
Clear Light,
Warsaw,
China Crisis,
Babytalk,
Colin Newman,
Mars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Icehouse,
Bronski Beat,
Pere Ubu,
Sister Nancy,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
The Moleskins,
Neu!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joy Division,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
Morten Harket,
Y Pants,
John Holt,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.