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 Congo and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 L. Decosne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Searchers,
A Certain Ratio,
CMW,
The Moody Blues,
The Vogues,
Crooked Eye,
The Seeds,
Newcleus,
K-Klass,
Tubeway Army,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faraquet,
Kerri Chandler,
Neu!,
Sparks,
Drexciya,
Darondo,
Pierre Henry,
Morten Harket,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Little Man,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Susan Cadogan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liliput,
X-102,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Flag,
The Gories,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Harry Pussy,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy Collins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hasil Adkins,
The Angels of Light,
Quadrant,
The Fugs,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Agent Orange,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.