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 Portugal and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
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 güiro 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 Cheater Slicks to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Hardrive,
Ten City,
Terry Callier,
Janne Schatter,
Siglo XX,
Sound Behaviour,
Hoover,
The Mojo Men,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unrelated Segments,
Zero Boys,
Bill Wells,
Bang On A Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix,
The Young Rascals,
Nico,
Mr. Review,
Idris Muhammad,
Average White Band,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker,
Suicide,
The American Breed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Depeche Mode,
Crash Course in Science,
Henry Cow,
Stetsasonic,
Minutemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pop Group,
Sandy B,
Gang of Four,
Fugazi,
Cymande,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Teasers,
Dawn Penn,
Max Romeo,
Oneida,
Flash Fearless,
The Last Poets,
AZ,
Iggy Pop,
Severed Heads,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Darondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Womack,
Cluster,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
the Fania All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Clarke,
X-102,
Scrapy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.