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 Portugal and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 CMW to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Lynne,
Magma,
Minor Threat,
Reagan Youth,
Adolescents,
Aaron Thompson,
Wings,
Pole,
cv313,
Maleditus Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
The Happenings,
Make Up,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
Peter and Kerry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Wake,
Tubeway Army,
Infiniti,
Bobby Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Scientists,
Bad Manners,
The Slackers,
Icehouse,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Altered Images,
The New Christs,
Underground Resistance,
Warren Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Subhumans,
Mars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
PIL,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mummies,
Kayak,
The Dirtbombs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tommy Roe,
The Blues Magoos,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swell Maps,
Electric Prunes,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.