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 Georgia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin 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?
Flamin' Groovies,
Y Pants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Main Source,
Dawn Penn,
Sight & Sound,
Deakin,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry's Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
Aloha Tigers,
ABBA,
Howard Jones,
Pagans,
Trumans Water,
Terry Callier,
The Barracudas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lee Hazlewood,
T.S.O.L.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
Eli Mardock,
DNA,
The Count Five,
Thompson Twins,
Glambeats Corp.,
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
Skarface,
Tears for Fears,
The Move,
Marvin Gaye,
the Association,
The Blues Magoos,
Make Up,
Moss Icon,
The Selecter,
Surgeon,
Hot Snakes,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Albert Ayler,
Unrelated Segments,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warsaw,
These Immortal Souls,
the Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Black Pus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yazoo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ice-T,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.