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 Singapore and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Happenings to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
The Moody Blues,
In Retrospect,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cameo,
Loose Ends,
Charles Mingus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heaven 17,
Banda Bassotti,
The Leaves,
The Vogues,
The Knickerbockers,
Zero Boys,
The Wake,
The Real Kids,
Trumans Water,
David Bowie,
Fugazi,
Suicide,
Make Up,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Sheep,
John Cale,
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minnie Riperton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Colin Newman,
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alice Coltrane,
Sparks,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
the Germs,
Avey Tare,
Rufus Thomas,
Barbara Tucker,
Ludus,
Simply Red,
DNA,
Soulsonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Severed Heads,
Funkadelic,
Max Romeo,
One Last Wish,
Fat Boys,
The Slits,
Wings,
Leonard Cohen,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.