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 St Lucia 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Organ to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Model 500,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Panda Bear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Idris Muhammad,
Sparks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Busters,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neu!,
Fugazi,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sight & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fugs,
Japan,
Tubeway Army,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kayak,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Black Dice,
cv313,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stereo Dub,
Alice Coltrane,
David McCallum,
Nas,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacob Miller,
the Human League,
Index,
Flash Fearless,
Terry Callier,
The Wake,
Drexciya,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cybotron,
Parry Music,
Steve Hackett,
Mantronix,
Swans,
the Germs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fortunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Agitation Free,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grey Daturas,
Eurythmics,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.