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 Australia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Anakelly,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
Newcleus,
Excepter,
Fluxion,
The Raincoats,
Todd Terry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
World's Most,
Skarface,
Robert Görl,
cv313,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül,
Moby Grape,
Byron Stingily,
Little Man,
Ultra Naté,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sam Rivers,
Brick,
Unrelated Segments,
Harry Pussy,
Black Bananas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Connie Case,
The Evens,
Wolf Eyes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Residents,
the Normal,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ice-T,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oblivians,
The Human League,
Quadrant,
Pere Ubu,
the Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cure,
Sarah Menescal,
Nik Kershaw,
Faraquet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yellowson,
Chris & Cosey,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.