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 Rwanda and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 a-ha to the rap 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marshall Jefferson,
DNA,
Iggy Pop,
Deakin,
the Normal,
Audionom,
The Gun Club,
Saccharine Trust,
Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Con Funk Shun,
Sister Nancy,
Suburban Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers,
New Age Steppers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Buckinghams,
Isaac Hayes,
Make Up,
The Tremeloes,
Wally Richardson,
Absolute Body Control,
Grauzone,
Royal Trux,
Joe Smooth,
The Black Dice,
AZ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cheater Slicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siglo XX,
R.M.O.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bad Manners,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cybotron,
Rapeman,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra,
Babytalk,
T. Rex,
The Mummies,
Hot Snakes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultravox,
Eric Copeland,
In Retrospect,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
Vainqueur,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.