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 Nigeria and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Hashim to the dance 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Slick Rick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Depeche Mode,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harry Pussy,
Fear,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
Michelle Simonal,
Television Personalities,
Rekid,
Scrapy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Move,
Joey Negro,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol,
DNA,
The United States of America,
Pulsallama,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cowsills,
One Last Wish,
The Martian,
Amon Düül,
Maleditus Sound,
Pylon,
Supertramp,
Minor Threat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flash Fearless,
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Sherman,
The Techniques,
Kayak,
Yazoo,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
Gang Green,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker,
Max Romeo,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Japan,
Infiniti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.