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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Groovy Waters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
a-ha,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yazoo,
Suicide,
Carl Craig,
Main Source,
Popol Vuh,
the Normal,
Nico,
Audionom,
The Index,
Neu!,
Black Moon,
Man Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Depeche Mode,
The Fuzztones,
The Martian,
Tomorrow,
Fear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Livin' Joy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Intrusion,
Skaos,
CMW,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fortunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Josef K,
Bobby Byrd,
MC5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike,
Piero Umiliani,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
Gang of Four,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hashim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agent Orange,
Kenny Larkin,
Youth Brigade,
The Pretty Things,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yellowson,
Thompson Twins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Slits,
Au Pairs,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.