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 Bahrain and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Frankie Knuckles to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Jawbox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Groovy Waters,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Wells,
The Barracudas,
Severed Heads,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
Inner City,
The Cowsills,
The Doors,
Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Stockholm Monsters,
Max Romeo,
Chris & Cosey,
Thompson Twins,
Cybotron,
Khruangbin,
Rod Modell,
Moebius,
Wally Richardson,
Gichy Dan,
Dave Gahan,
Patti Smith,
Parry Music,
Pantaleimon,
the Normal,
The Smiths,
Urselle,
Nik Kershaw,
The Leaves,
The Raincoats,
Popol Vuh,
Skriet,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Junior Murvin,
Marvin Gaye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swans,
Agent Orange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Subhumans,
The Motions,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Lower 48,
10cc,
DJ Sneak,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.