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 Norway and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 The Mojo Men to the jazz 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Andrew Hill,
the Bar-Kays,
Mr. Review,
Y Pants,
The Star Department,
Barry Ungar,
The Gun Club,
Hasil Adkins,
ABC,
The Cramps,
Easy Going,
Siglo XX,
Los Fastidios,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Golliwogs,
Q and Not U,
The Velvet Underground,
Maurizio,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun City Girls,
Roxy Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Rites of Spring,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pretty Things,
Max Romeo,
Gabor Szabo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Near,
Newcleus,
Aloha Tigers,
Colin Newman,
The Blackbyrds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Guru Guru,
DJ Sneak,
Laurel Aitken,
UT,
Bobby Womack,
Janne Schatter,
Outsiders,
Underground Resistance,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
Rapeman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris & Cosey,
Animal Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-101,
Rakim,
cv313,
Ultra Naté,
The Index,
Lou Reed,
Young Marble Giants,
Cybotron,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.