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 Finland 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 The Doors to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
China Crisis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
Nas,
Carl Craig,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Sneak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Toasters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sandy B,
Grauzone,
Aswad,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maurizio,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Kas Product,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drive Like Jehu,
D'Angelo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minnie Riperton,
Malaria!,
Stockholm Monsters,
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Association,
The Pretty Things,
Mark Hollis,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
CMW,
Dennis Brown,
Jacob Miller,
Blake Baxter,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slits,
Babytalk,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Hood,
Tubeway Army,
Slave,
Barrington Levy,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.