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 Tuvalu and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Judy Mowatt to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heaven 17,
Minny Pops,
Lindisfarne,
Sam Rivers,
The Stooges,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül II,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Average White Band,
Quando Quango,
The Doors,
Sight & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Oblivians,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Machine,
Quadrant,
Brick,
The Smiths,
Joensuu 1685,
New Order,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers,
Moby Grape,
Tubeway Army,
Sonic Youth,
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Byrd,
MC5,
Isaac Hayes,
Tim Buckley,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minor Threat,
Marvin Gaye,
New York Dolls,
Yusef Lateef,
Pylon,
New Age Steppers,
Camouflage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ken Boothe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bush Tetras,
Au Pairs,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
Reuben Wilson,
Index,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Near,
John Lydon,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.