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 Denmark and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 Beau Brummels to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen,
Flipper,
Motorama,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Hill,
Eurythmics,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantytec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Icehouse,
The Count Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
L. Decosne,
Supertramp,
Brand Nubian,
Colin Newman,
Basic Channel,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tom Boy,
Reuben Wilson,
Minny Pops,
Skaos,
Anakelly,
The Leaves,
Average White Band,
Sex Pistols,
Traffic Nightmare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Byrd,
The Toasters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Patti Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Sneak,
Easy Going,
Yazoo,
Lower 48,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aural Exciters,
Roxy Music,
Talk Talk,
The Techniques,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pagans,
Television,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tears for Fears,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.