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 Turkey and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Deadbeat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Durutti Column,
Junior Murvin,
Ohio Players,
Aural Exciters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blossom Toes,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grauzone,
Soul Sonic Force,
DNA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Metal Thangz,
Skriet,
Soft Machine,
Sun City Girls,
The Smoke,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker,
The Busters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Velvet Underground,
Arthur Verocai,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Underground Resistance,
The Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
the Slits,
Todd Terry,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
U.S. Maple,
Hasil Adkins,
Negative Approach,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Barry Ungar,
The Fugs,
The Trojans,
Sound Behaviour,
PIL,
Connie Case,
The Beau Brummels,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Los Fastidios,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thompson Twins,
Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
the Normal,
Lucky Dragons,
MDC,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.