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 Halifax.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Bang On A Can to the techno 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter & Gordon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Invisible,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Green,
Grauzone,
Minnie Riperton,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul II Soul,
Suburban Knight,
Carl Craig,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lindisfarne,
MC5,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blossom Toes,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
Reuben Wilson,
Little Man,
Johnny Clarke,
kango's stein massive,
Sandy B,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League,
Mantronix,
Scrapy,
The Last Poets,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Halsall,
Michelle Simonal,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Flag,
Maurizio,
DNA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cowsills,
the Bar-Kays,
The Names,
John Foxx,
A Certain Ratio,
Oblivians,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.