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 Georgia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eddi Front to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye 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?
Arcadia,
The Busters,
Bauhaus,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drexciya,
the Germs,
Aswad,
The Motions,
Second Layer,
Nirvana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Make Up,
Parry Music,
The Black Dice,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slave,
10cc,
Amon Düül II,
Yusef Lateef,
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L.,
Zapp,
Radio Birdman,
Peter & Gordon,
Sex Pistols,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Toasters,
Section 25,
Cybotron,
Flash Fearless,
Au Pairs,
New Order,
Unwound,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alphaville,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Human League,
Fatback Band,
Bluetip,
Charles Mingus,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
The Knickerbockers,
Pulsallama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blake Baxter,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Swans,
AZ,
Masters at Work,
Crash Course in Science,
Yaz,
Juan Atkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
OOIOO,
F. McDonald,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.