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 Equatorial Guinea and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ultravox to the electroclash 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hardrive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Goldenarms,
The Gun Club,
The Detroit Cobras,
Althea and Donna,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Busters,
DNA,
James White and The Blacks,
Niagra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mojo Men,
Flamin' Groovies,
a-ha,
Pulsallama,
Harry Pussy,
Easy Going,
Iggy Pop,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pussy Galore,
Ken Boothe,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
Bush Tetras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moss Icon,
Soft Machine,
cv313,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sixth Finger,
Inner City,
Pantaleimon,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warren Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sex Pistols,
The Beau Brummels,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Popol Vuh,
Lower 48,
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Newcleus,
The Real Kids,
Warsaw,
The Invisible,
Main Source,
Organ,
Funkadelic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.