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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the techno 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Dolphy,
Janne Schatter,
The Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Brothers Johnson,
Rekid,
The Busters,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
The Kinks,
DJ Sneak,
Slave,
CMW,
Andrew Hill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Young Rascals,
Steve Hackett,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Iggy Pop,
The Gladiators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
The United States of America,
Moby Grape,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Sonics,
Flipper,
Accadde A,
Bobby Womack,
PIL,
the Fania All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
Rites of Spring,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skarface,
Altered Images,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.