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 Yemen and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Interpol,
Yaz,
Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalann,
Harmonia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Wells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Qualms,
Slick Rick,
Sight & Sound,
Crime,
Los Fastidios,
Radiopuhelimet,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moody Blues,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Subhumans,
Gang Green,
Marmalade,
Faraquet,
The Neon Judgement,
Shoche,
Hasil Adkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Visage,
Henry Cow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Juan Atkins,
The Names,
Charles Mingus,
Cameo,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Young Rascals,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.