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 Bulgaria and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Bobby Womack to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cramps,
Lindisfarne,
Hashim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Livin' Joy,
The J.B.'s,
Hardrive,
La Düsseldorf,
the Human League,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Duran Duran,
Junior Murvin,
Audionom,
Unwound,
T. Rex,
David McCallum,
June of 44,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
CMW,
The Vogues,
Boredoms,
The Wake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tommy Roe,
Fluxion,
Babytalk,
Das Ding,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lyres,
Ossler,
Barbara Tucker,
Barrington Levy,
Interpol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Kinks,
Fear,
Swans,
The Skatalites,
OOIOO,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
10cc,
The Trojans,
Harmonia,
Funkadelic,
The Martian,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Starr,
John Cale,
The United States of America,
Animal Collective,
the Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.