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 Lesotho and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sex Pistols,
Gichy Dan,
Bob Dylan,
Von Mondo,
Stereo Dub,
Bang On A Can,
Tears for Fears,
The Selecter,
Prince Buster,
Tom Boy,
Accadde A,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jandek,
Roy Ayers,
Jacques Brel,
Half Japanese,
Nas,
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy,
Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Ten City,
Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reagan Youth,
The Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Marmalade,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
Connie Case,
the Bar-Kays,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alice Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
UT,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dennis Brown,
Tim Buckley,
Zero Boys,
Ronan,
DJ Style,
Technova,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun City Girls,
The Gun Club,
Sister Nancy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.