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 Tuvalu and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Marcia Griffiths to the jazz 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brass Construction,
Aswad,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalann,
Blake Baxter,
Minutemen,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül II,
The Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wings,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy Collins,
David Bowie,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
David Axelrod,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band,
Mission of Burma,
Colin Newman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Circle Jerks,
Motorama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masters at Work,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
T.S.O.L.,
Pere Ubu,
Rekid,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Janne Schatter,
Thee Headcoats,
KRS-One,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hot Snakes,
Zapp,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eurythmics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Skatalites,
Eli Mardock,
The Barracudas,
OOIOO,
the Slits,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.