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 Czech Republic and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Drive Like Jehu 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Scion,
The Names,
Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Guru Guru,
David McCallum,
Siglo XX,
Wings,
Accadde A,
the Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Bowie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Goldenarms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dual Sessions,
The Vogues,
Ken Boothe,
Lungfish,
Sight & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Arthur Verocai,
The Velvet Underground,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun City Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yaz,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Slave,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Smog,
The Cure,
The Barracudas,
Stiv Bators,
Jacob Miller,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young,
Babytalk,
The Golliwogs,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
Neu!,
Spandau Ballet,
Arcadia,
Carl Craig,
Quando Quango,
Patti Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.