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 Zambia 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Near,
Average White Band,
Jerry's Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
Scientists,
The Durutti Column,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kas Product,
the Germs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erykah Badu,
The Move,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zero Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Boredoms,
X-102,
The Barracudas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Carl Craig,
Stereo Dub,
The Saints,
Das Ding,
June Days,
The Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Hood,
The Tremeloes,
Altered Images,
Harmonia,
Main Source,
June of 44,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fad Gadget,
The Invisible,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Lightning Bolt,
Pylon,
This Heat,
Michelle Simonal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Age Steppers,
Section 25,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visage,
Piero Umiliani,
Glenn Branca,
Fela Kuti,
Minnie Riperton,
Maleditus Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Flesh Eaters,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.