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 Romania and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 LL Cool J to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiopuhelimet,
Animal Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Simply Red,
The Slits,
Liliput,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Axelrod,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Surgeon,
Section 25,
Todd Terry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Bowie,
Urselle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry's Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
H. Thieme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oblivians,
The Offenders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anakelly,
Tres Demented,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oneida,
The Searchers,
Black Moon,
Outsiders,
Brothers Johnson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
Half Japanese,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Swans,
Slick Rick,
Blossom Toes,
Popol Vuh,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blues Magoos,
Isaac Hayes,
Suicide,
Warsaw,
This Heat,
Rosa Yemen,
EPMD,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.