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 Singapore and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 The Skatalites to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Godley & Creme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick May,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fuzztones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bush Tetras,
Audionom,
Eddi Front,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harry Pussy,
Suicide,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Sherman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Neon Judgement,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scan 7,
Lungfish,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
The Mummies,
Crooked Eye,
Arcadia,
Outsiders,
Dave Gahan,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Invisible,
Camberwell Now,
David McCallum,
Monks,
The Evens,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
Grey Daturas,
Yazoo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warsaw,
Scientists,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Howard Jones,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.