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 Ethiopia 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
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 synthesizer 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 Khruangbin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Scan 7,
Au Pairs,
Lakeside,
Maurizio,
PIL,
Loose Ends,
Quadrant,
The Kinks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Metal Thangz,
Soul II Soul,
Roxette,
Ronnie Foster,
OOIOO,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The United States of America,
the Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Golliwogs,
The Real Kids,
The Happenings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anakelly,
JFA,
Agent Orange,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Angry Samoans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cowsills,
Lower 48,
Sun City Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Bourne,
John Cale,
The New Christs,
Los Fastidios,
Basic Channel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Fugazi,
Rod Modell,
Franke,
Max Romeo,
Alton Ellis,
Boredoms,
Young Marble Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Near,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf,
Eurythmics,
the Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.