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 Laos and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran 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 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Sound Behaviour,
Dark Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Y Pants,
Outsiders,
Slave,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Accadde A,
Deakin,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
Althea and Donna,
The Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Simply Red,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Henry Cow,
Deepchord,
One Last Wish,
Ossler,
Brothers Johnson,
Minny Pops,
Arab on Radar,
Rites of Spring,
Camouflage,
The Angels of Light,
UT,
Fat Boys,
The J.B.'s,
PIL,
Moby Grape,
Neu!,
Fad Gadget,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quando Quango,
The Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quantec,
Dual Sessions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Offenders,
The Skatalites,
Newcleus,
Freddie Wadling,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Smooth,
The Wake,
Nico,
Bob Dylan,
Harmonia,
Minutemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiohead,
The Cramps,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.