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 Rwanda and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Quadrant to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Grass Roots,
The Gladiators,
Leonard Cohen,
The Seeds,
Faust,
John Cale,
Symarip,
The Modern Lovers,
Hashim,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantytec,
Chrome,
The Motions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacques Brel,
Au Pairs,
Althea and Donna,
Zero Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Delon & Dalcan,
cv313,
In Retrospect,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gun Club,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Style,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy Collins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
World's Most,
Scion,
T.S.O.L.,
Dave Gahan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eden Ahbez,
Unrelated Segments,
Lindisfarne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun City Girls,
June Days,
Lou Christie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Freddie Wadling,
KRS-One,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Niagra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Loose Ends,
Eric Dolphy,
New Age Steppers,
B.T. Express,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-101,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.