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 Poland and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Angels of Light to the punk 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Au Pairs,
Procol Harum,
The Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Enemy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eli Mardock,
Pulsallama,
10cc,
Sun City Girls,
John Holt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-102,
Moss Icon,
Black Sheep,
Pagans,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Accadde A,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Hill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Davy DMX,
Altered Images,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Martian,
The Residents,
UT,
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents,
R.M.O.,
Derrick Morgan,
Icehouse,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Siglo XX,
ABBA,
World's Most,
Stetsasonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wire,
Brick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
ABC,
Reuben Wilson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MDC,
Connie Case,
June Days,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.