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 Malawi and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Barbara Tucker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
In Retrospect,
Aural Exciters,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moody Blues,
Prince Buster,
The Blackbyrds,
Suburban Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Soul II Soul,
Grauzone,
Little Man,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
Gang of Four,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scrapy,
Visage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Associates,
World's Most,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brass Construction,
Sandy B,
Eli Mardock,
Ornette Coleman,
Angry Samoans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brick,
Los Fastidios,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Zeros,
Johnny Clarke,
Colin Newman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Iggy Pop,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Move,
MDC,
Y Pants,
Zero Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxy Music,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.