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 Egypt and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Holt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Magma,
Gang Green,
Ken Boothe,
Cluster,
Gang Starr,
Von Mondo,
Subhumans,
In Retrospect,
David McCallum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reagan Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unrelated Segments,
Faust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Juan Atkins,
The American Breed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cheater Slicks,
The Litter,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Michelle Simonal,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gun Club,
The Cramps,
Easy Going,
Lyres,
Unwound,
Nico,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
KRS-One,
Schoolly D,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young,
Soulsonic Force,
Scan 7,
Ice-T,
Harry Pussy,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Wells,
Eli Mardock,
Janne Schatter,
Nirvana,
Warsaw,
John Holt,
Oneida,
Y Pants,
Mo-Dettes,
Joensuu 1685,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.