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 Nigeria and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 La Düsseldorf to the electroclash 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Glenn Branca,
Cymande,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
PIL,
F. McDonald,
Judy Mowatt,
The Tremeloes,
The Moody Blues,
The Blues Magoos,
Kas Product,
Bill Near,
The Doors,
Visage,
Matthew Bourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Guru Guru,
Bobby Sherman,
Sugar Minott,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mark Hollis,
Traffic Nightmare,
MC5,
R.M.O.,
Nils Olav,
MDC,
Slave,
Skaos,
Zapp,
JFA,
Rod Modell,
Organ,
Ken Boothe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Selecter,
Tim Buckley,
Schoolly D,
The Star Department,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABC,
The Knickerbockers,
Banda Bassotti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
Scan 7,
X-101,
Motorama,
Procol Harum,
Sound Behaviour,
Pole,
Thompson Twins,
Agitation Free,
Mo-Dettes,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.