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 New Zealand and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ice-T to the crunk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Massinfluence,
One Last Wish,
Suicide,
Dawn Penn,
Quando Quango,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cramps,
Television,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeru the Damaja,
10cc,
Stiv Bators,
Lakeside,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skarface,
The Golliwogs,
D'Angelo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gichy Dan,
Marshall Jefferson,
a-ha,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Subhumans,
Harry Pussy,
Scientists,
Wire,
Soft Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Wells,
Oneida,
Marine Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Modern Lovers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minny Pops,
Stetsasonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Junior Murvin,
the Human League,
KRS-One,
Q and Not U,
The Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Prince Buster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Newcleus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Sneak,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
The Gun Club,
X-101,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.