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 Turkmenistan and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Boogie Down Productions to the disco 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ken Boothe,
Excepter,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Popol Vuh,
the Germs,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
The Names,
Marine Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Barrington Levy,
The Skatalites,
Eve St. Jones,
Q and Not U,
Roxette,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wire,
Darondo,
Mars,
The Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moleskins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Niagra,
Neu!,
Arcadia,
Groovy Waters,
Blancmange,
Lightning Bolt,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monks,
The Mummies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flipper,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
Hardrive,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pop Group,
David McCallum,
Anakelly,
The Selecter,
Erykah Badu,
Zero Boys,
The Litter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Von Mondo,
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flash Fearless,
Icehouse,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.