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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Knickerbockers to the grime 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alton Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Robert Hood,
kango's stein massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rekid,
Marc Almond,
The Pretty Things,
Wally Richardson,
Harmonia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Banda Bassotti,
Hoover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rosa Yemen,
Silicon Teens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Litter,
Godley & Creme,
Accadde A,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arab on Radar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
K-Klass,
The Toasters,
The Mojo Men,
Faust,
Erasure,
Nils Olav,
Kurtis Blow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
Marmalade,
Dark Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warren Ellis,
Television,
Deadbeat,
Eden Ahbez,
Niagra,
Minutemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Leonard Cohen,
the Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Theoretical Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crime,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rapeman,
The Star Department,
Aswad,
Alison Limerick,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.