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 Kenya and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav 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?
Newcleus,
June Days,
Ituana,
Terry Callier,
Cecil Taylor,
Arab on Radar,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dave Gahan,
Nico,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Connie Case,
Ponytail,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young,
Kas Product,
Delta 5,
Shoche,
The Mummies,
The Blues Magoos,
Little Man,
Aswad,
The Gap Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Carl Craig,
Technova,
Eurythmics,
The Dirtbombs,
Janne Schatter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pole,
Outsiders,
Prince Buster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minny Pops,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Gang Dance,
Japan,
Archie Shepp,
Suburban Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oblivians,
Sugar Minott,
The Star Department,
The Skatalites,
Rapeman,
Niagra,
Sun Ra,
Y Pants,
Patti Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
The Residents,
FM Einheit,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalann,
Crash Course in Science,
Depeche Mode,
CMW,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.