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 Liberia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Steve Hackett to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pulsallama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kas Product,
Sparks,
Jacques Brel,
Man Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unwound,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris Corsano,
Tom Boy,
The Trojans,
Donny Hathaway,
Panda Bear,
Nils Olav,
Pussy Galore,
Black Moon,
Faust,
The Gap Band,
The New Christs,
Lungfish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hashim,
Echospace,
Magazine,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalann,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quadrant,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fluxion,
Kaleidoscope,
Motorama,
The Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Lower 48,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Von Mondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
David Axelrod,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ossler,
Tommy Roe,
Dead Boys,
The Gladiators,
F. McDonald,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bluetip,
D'Angelo,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
Alison Limerick,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül II,
Basic Channel,
The Real Kids,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.