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 China and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Technova 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Newcleus,
Banda Bassotti,
Zapp,
Desert Stars,
The Standells,
Moebius,
Blancmange,
Royal Trux,
Ronan,
cv313,
The Busters,
Nas,
The Walker Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Howard Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Black Moon,
Sonic Youth,
Wire,
Negative Approach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eve St. Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Freddie Wadling,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pole,
Lee Hazlewood,
Simply Red,
Deadbeat,
Sandy B,
Sonny Sharrock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magma,
The Cramps,
Eden Ahbez,
L. Decosne,
Visage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dead C,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Second Layer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smoke,
Archie Shepp,
Sound Behaviour,
The American Breed,
Kurtis Blow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boredoms,
Angry Samoans,
Bad Manners,
Jawbox,
Bronski Beat,
The Names,
Scion,
Byron Stingily,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.