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 Swaziland and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Quadrant,
Pet Shop Boys,
Carl Craig,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kas Product,
KRS-One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Wells,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers,
Judy Mowatt,
Reuben Wilson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smiths,
Albert Ayler,
Index,
The Zeros,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Modern Lovers,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Fraelich,
Neu!,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy Collins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang On A Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Second Layer,
Graham Central Station,
Henry Cow,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pussy Galore,
Average White Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
The Blackbyrds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blossom Toes,
Quando Quango,
The Invisible,
Anthony Braxton,
DNA,
The Raincoats,
Swans,
Khruangbin,
The Fortunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scion,
The Star Department,
Boogie Down Productions,
Iggy Pop,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.