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 Grenada and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Easy Going to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Country Teasers,
Peter and Kerry,
Lucky Dragons,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moleskins,
Intrusion,
Echospace,
Technova,
Mo-Dettes,
Severed Heads,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pierre Henry,
Dead Boys,
LL Cool J,
Robert Wyatt,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pretty Things,
June of 44,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Tom Boy,
Whodini,
Bill Near,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABC,
the Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moody Blues,
Thee Headcoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rekid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scientists,
10cc,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
B.T. Express,
The Star Department,
the Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Germs,
a-ha,
Slick Rick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Colin Newman,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pussy Galore,
Shuggie Otis,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Vogues,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Dolphy,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.