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 Nicaragua and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Womack to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Au Pairs,
The Stooges,
Ultimate Spinach,
New York Dolls,
Alice Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Newcleus,
Bang On A Can,
Technova,
Peter and Kerry,
Flash Fearless,
Godley & Creme,
Flipper,
Siglo XX,
The Blues Magoos,
China Crisis,
Lyres,
Khruangbin,
Marvin Gaye,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
Erykah Badu,
cv313,
Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
The Grass Roots,
The Cure,
Roxette,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Second Layer,
Harpers Bizarre,
June Days,
Minutemen,
Scion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marmalade,
Skaos,
Tres Demented,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Banda Bassotti,
Dead Boys,
Sparks,
Intrusion,
Pagans,
Deepchord,
Pantaleimon,
The Angels of Light,
Sonic Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unwound,
Isaac Hayes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.