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 Philippines and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joensuu 1685 to the crunk 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Funkadelic,
Godley & Creme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Offenders,
Roxy Music,
JFA,
Erasure,
Camouflage,
June Days,
The Remains,
David McCallum,
The Motions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joey Negro,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Donald Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Almond,
Scion,
Moebius,
Unrelated Segments,
Marine Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faraquet,
Suburban Knight,
Desert Stars,
Bill Wells,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pere Ubu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonic Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
a-ha,
Oblivians,
Peter & Gordon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spoonie Gee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Negative Approach,
Buzzcocks,
Sällskapet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Knickerbockers,
Essential Logic,
Nation of Ulysses,
U.S. Maple,
Arthur Verocai,
Basic Channel,
Saccharine Trust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Music Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Lightning Bolt,
Reagan Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.