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 Romania and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
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 David Bowie 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pop Group,
Main Source,
Black Pus,
Warsaw,
Los Fastidios,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fugs,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Morten Harket,
T. Rex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anthony Braxton,
K-Klass,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shoche,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Birthday Party,
Essential Logic,
Unwound,
Johnny Clarke,
Pulsallama,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
Ituana,
The Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalann,
Camouflage,
The American Breed,
Joy Division,
Mantronix,
Marine Girls,
Jawbox,
The Slackers,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Searchers,
Fat Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mars,
R.M.O.,
Brass Construction,
The Mojo Men,
The Grass Roots,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kayak,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Enemy,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.