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 France and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Drexciya to the rock 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Scion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oneida,
Pierre Henry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Blancmange,
Massinfluence,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Darondo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Selecter,
Oblivians,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
B.T. Express,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
10cc,
June Days,
The Victims,
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light,
Erasure,
Black Moon,
The Slits,
Niagra,
Smog,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
The Cowsills,
The Neon Judgement,
Aural Exciters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül II,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wally Richardson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Five Americans,
The Gap Band,
Inner City,
Pantytec,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.