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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Flamin' Groovies to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Sneak,
Public Enemy,
Jacob Miller,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Hill,
The Doors,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Starr,
Quantec,
Underground Resistance,
Malaria!,
Section 25,
Pierre Henry,
Marvin Gaye,
Spandau Ballet,
Rapeman,
Glenn Branca,
Dual Sessions,
The Stooges,
Stetsasonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camberwell Now,
The Tremeloes,
H. Thieme,
The Evens,
Jeff Mills,
Aswad,
Wire,
The Selecter,
The United States of America,
The Young Rascals,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mr. Review,
the Association,
Bang On A Can,
the Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swell Maps,
Joey Negro,
Don Cherry,
Fad Gadget,
Wings,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
Cameo,
Franke,
Mo-Dettes,
The Golliwogs,
Terry Callier,
The Buckinghams,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zapp,
Intrusion,
ABBA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jawbox,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.