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 Germany and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 The Barracudas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Aswad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The American Breed,
The United States of America,
Ponytail,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Inner City,
U.S. Maple,
Alice Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Surgeon,
Warren Ellis,
Gong,
John Lydon,
Althea and Donna,
The Barracudas,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül II,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus,
Bill Wells,
Piero Umiliani,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
kango's stein massive,
Moss Icon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dead Boys,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler,
Vainqueur,
Qualms,
Silicon Teens,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Funkadelic,
Pierre Henry,
Man Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
World's Most,
Mr. Review,
The Tremeloes,
Depeche Mode,
The Victims,
Mandrill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Görl,
Archie Shepp,
Motorama,
Joe Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Radio Birdman,
The Leaves,
Barrington Levy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.