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 Panama and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 June of 44 to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alison Limerick,
The Happenings,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The J.B.'s,
The New Christs,
Gong,
The Cowsills,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smiths,
CMW,
the Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Alton Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
K-Klass,
Funky Four + One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Infiniti,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Sherman,
Bauhaus,
The Offenders,
Kayak,
LL Cool J,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bush Tetras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scion,
Ice-T,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
U.S. Maple,
Wire,
Bill Near,
The Fall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Martian,
Sarah Menescal,
The Motions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
48th St. Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Organ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skarface,
Y Pants,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.