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 Australia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Public Enemy,
Zero Boys,
Q and Not U,
Tears for Fears,
Popol Vuh,
Piero Umiliani,
Spandau Ballet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacob Miller,
Blancmange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Subhumans,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
Von Mondo,
Talk Talk,
Roxette,
Pantaleimon,
the Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Newcleus,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Barracudas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Bowie,
Interpol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bronski Beat,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slackers,
Mary Jane Girls,
This Heat,
Stiv Bators,
D'Angelo,
Supertramp,
The Star Department,
The Residents,
Isaac Hayes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ossler,
Wally Richardson,
Scion,
Animal Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Kinks,
The Victims,
Hot Snakes,
Nils Olav,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.