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 Libya and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Buzzcocks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can 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 American Breed,
Roxette,
Mark Hollis,
ABC,
Main Source,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shoche,
The Standells,
The Cramps,
Tim Buckley,
Aswad,
Chris Corsano,
Joyce Sims,
Urselle,
Henry Cow,
Mo-Dettes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jandek,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alton Ellis,
Magma,
Easy Going,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker,
B.T. Express,
Massinfluence,
Unwound,
Dark Day,
Steve Hackett,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shuggie Otis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order,
Soulsonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Minor Threat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Basic Channel,
Talk Talk,
Joensuu 1685,
Television,
Depeche Mode,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Smog,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
Tom Boy,
Morten Harket,
Harmonia,
Robert Görl,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Grass Roots,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mars,
Blancmange,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.