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 Thailand and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Smiths,
Malaria!,
Mo-Dettes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tres Demented,
Television Personalities,
Tropical Tobacco,
Godley & Creme,
The Standells,
Mandrill,
Loose Ends,
David Axelrod,
Bluetip,
D'Angelo,
Adolescents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minor Threat,
Easy Going,
The Raincoats,
Surgeon,
Prince Buster,
the Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Darondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
Ornette Coleman,
The Zeros,
Pagans,
Massinfluence,
Blake Baxter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Piero Umiliani,
Mad Mike,
The American Breed,
Royal Trux,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Selecter,
Make Up,
the Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul II Soul,
The Mummies,
The Detroit Cobras,
R.M.O.,
Zero Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
Goldenarms,
X-102,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.