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 Panama and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Simply Red,
the Normal,
The Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The New Christs,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sly & The Family Stone,
R.M.O.,
La Düsseldorf,
The Modern Lovers,
Scan 7,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Groovy Waters,
Icehouse,
Pole,
Tommy Roe,
Nico,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Darondo,
L. Decosne,
Saccharine Trust,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Names,
Niagra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Womack,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultra Naté,
Erykah Badu,
The Selecter,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
Organ,
Donald Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Piero Umiliani,
Japan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mad Mike,
The Beau Brummels,
U.S. Maple,
Hasil Adkins,
Alphaville,
AZ,
Michelle Simonal,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.