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 Eritrea and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 The Wake to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Letta Mbulu,
Kenny Larkin,
Kurtis Blow,
Pulsallama,
Jacob Miller,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxy Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bronski Beat,
Sparks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Grass Roots,
Aaron Thompson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quando Quango,
The Tremeloes,
Trumans Water,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick Morgan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joensuu 1685,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yazoo,
Aural Exciters,
Blossom Toes,
Technova,
The Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Rosa Yemen,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Easy Going,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fela Kuti,
Tim Buckley,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonic Youth,
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alton Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sex Pistols,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Massinfluence,
Oneida,
Inner City,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.