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 Syria and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Ice-T to the electroclash 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erasure,
Pylon,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barry Ungar,
The Stooges,
Warren Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Junior Murvin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick May,
Letta Mbulu,
Ohio Players,
U.S. Maple,
Sandy B,
Erykah Badu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiopuhelimet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Style,
World's Most,
Danielle Patucci,
The Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Guru Guru,
Fugazi,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magazine,
Average White Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fluxion,
Groovy Waters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blossom Toes,
Smog,
Drexciya,
Gong,
Don Cherry,
Sister Nancy,
Donny Hathaway,
Marmalade,
The Dirtbombs,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fatback Band,
Pere Ubu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Patti Smith,
Bad Manners,
The Victims,
Q65,
Quadrant,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-101,
Massinfluence,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.