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 Angola 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Scion to the rock 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rufus Thomas,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Gang Dance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skaos,
Liliput,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
The Happenings,
New Age Steppers,
Charles Mingus,
Fluxion,
Amazonics,
Maurizio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pretty Things,
World's Most,
Sarah Menescal,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nik Kershaw,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
Ronan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Model 500,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls,
Nirvana,
L. Decosne,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Christie,
Fugazi,
Camouflage,
Howard Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smoke,
Erasure,
Popol Vuh,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Japan,
Quantec,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.