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 Burundi and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Captain Beefheart 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 New Order to the punk 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Tom Boy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Pus,
Saccharine Trust,
Section 25,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sex Pistols,
Traffic Nightmare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
10cc,
Lou Reed,
Crooked Eye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eurythmics,
Roxy Music,
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grauzone,
The Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Underground Resistance,
The Barracudas,
Connie Case,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Divine Comedy,
The Grass Roots,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Style,
Roger Hodgson,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy Collins,
In Retrospect,
Visage,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Litter,
Hot Snakes,
The Offenders,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
World's Most,
The American Breed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Prince Buster,
Harry Pussy,
Funky Four + One,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.