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 Uruguay and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Juan Atkins to the disco 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Nico 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 electroclash 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Zero Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Outsiders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aaron Thompson,
Marmalade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Unrelated Segments,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fela Kuti,
Bronski Beat,
Das Ding,
The Names,
Basic Channel,
Rites of Spring,
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maurizio,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monochrome Set,
Minor Threat,
Gang of Four,
Dave Gahan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wolf Eyes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Intrusion,
The Walker Brothers,
The Victims,
Gang Starr,
Q65,
Fatback Band,
The Slits,
The Pop Group,
The Doors,
Motorama,
OOIOO,
Toni Rubio,
Suicide,
The Dead C,
The Smoke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Clarke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stetsasonic,
Loose Ends,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fugs,
Slick Rick,
Mandrill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shuggie Otis,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.