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 Mali and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Drexciya to the punk 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Television Personalities,
Soul II Soul,
Alice Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Simply Red,
Easy Going,
Mission of Burma,
Iggy Pop,
Neu!,
The Move,
Suburban Knight,
Roxette,
Isaac Hayes,
Letta Mbulu,
Hoover,
Unwound,
Radio Birdman,
The Gun Club,
Nico,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Invisible,
One Last Wish,
Siglo XX,
Cluster,
Babytalk,
Juan Atkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fugs,
E-Dancer,
Ohio Players,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camouflage,
DJ Sneak,
Rapeman,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pop Group,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Technova,
Von Mondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Searchers,
Marc Almond,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Beau Brummels,
La Düsseldorf,
Inner City,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.