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 Cape Verde and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Franke to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Rekid,
Stereo Dub,
Flash Fearless,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Blake Baxter,
Aloha Tigers,
Cal Tjader,
Little Man,
Andrew Hill,
Ituana,
Dead Boys,
Interpol,
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
Zapp,
Shoche,
Wire,
The Durutti Column,
Ponytail,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Techniques,
The Cramps,
The Real Kids,
Pantaleimon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MC5,
Easy Going,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tubeway Army,
Visage,
Subhumans,
Slave,
Boogie Down Productions,
New York Dolls,
the Association,
The Busters,
Hashim,
Unwound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang On A Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Albert Ayler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alison Limerick,
David McCallum,
Funkadelic,
John Foxx,
Darondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.