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 Niger and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 La Düsseldorf to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Negative Approach,
The Busters,
The Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Blossom Toes,
Main Source,
Laurel Aitken,
Lakeside,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pere Ubu,
Eden Ahbez,
Marine Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
The Knickerbockers,
B.T. Express,
Smog,
Kerri Chandler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantaleimon,
The Fortunes,
Eli Mardock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
Piero Umiliani,
David McCallum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Severed Heads,
Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Aural Exciters,
MDC,
The Motions,
Godley & Creme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hashim,
Rotary Connection,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore,
Hardrive,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Almond,
The Mummies,
The Sonics,
Average White Band,
kango's stein massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.