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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 K-Klass to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Toasters,
The Residents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants,
The Gories,
Archie Shepp,
Mars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
In Retrospect,
The Star Department,
Tres Demented,
Whodini,
The Index,
Oblivians,
Soul II Soul,
The Searchers,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Guru Guru,
MDC,
Crash Course in Science,
Procol Harum,
Mo-Dettes,
Half Japanese,
Minnie Riperton,
the Germs,
EPMD,
Erasure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat,
Reuben Wilson,
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minutemen,
The Moleskins,
Royal Trux,
Robert Görl,
the Human League,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
Pagans,
Mr. Review,
Simply Red,
PIL,
The Smiths,
Excepter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick Morgan,
Technova,
Lou Reed,
Laurel Aitken,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maleditus Sound,
This Heat,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.