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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Smog to the grime 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Zero Boys,
Khruangbin,
Flash Fearless,
Average White Band,
ABC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Susan Cadogan,
Radio Birdman,
The Wake,
K-Klass,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sound,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
DJ Sneak,
Ice-T,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slits,
the Germs,
Leonard Cohen,
Althea and Donna,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cluster,
Subhumans,
the Slits,
the Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Motions,
Black Pus,
Delta 5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Fraelich,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pere Ubu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe,
Crooked Eye,
Bang On A Can,
Surgeon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oblivians,
Alton Ellis,
The Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Boredoms,
the Normal,
Crime,
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.