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 Brunei 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 KRS-One to the rap 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Agent Orange,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Theoretical Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
Arcadia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Raincoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Excepter,
Avey Tare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Parry Music,
Alice Coltrane,
The Evens,
Pierre Henry,
Morten Harket,
X-101,
Ronnie Foster,
Minny Pops,
Main Source,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Sheep,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Agitation Free,
Sandy B,
Eli Mardock,
Boredoms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The American Breed,
Carl Craig,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Section 25,
Quando Quango,
Television,
The Count Five,
Gang of Four,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dead C,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Wake,
Fluxion,
Tres Demented,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.