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 Gabon and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Excepter to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Organ,
Carl Craig,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alphaville,
The Gladiators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gap Band,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra,
the Germs,
Warren Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
Oneida,
Mission of Burma,
John Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
UT,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Sheep,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skarface,
The Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marvin Gaye,
the Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cowsills,
The Zeros,
The Martian,
F. McDonald,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Audionom,
Ultravox,
Joyce Sims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Essential Logic,
Robert Görl,
Zero Boys,
Q and Not U,
Todd Terry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smoke,
Zapp,
Gang Starr,
Monolake,
The Star Department,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers,
Surgeon,
Television Personalities,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.