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 Maldives and from London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Blake Baxter 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-101,
Bauhaus,
Liliput,
Agent Orange,
Monolake,
Sparks,
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
Motorama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
the Human League,
Rites of Spring,
China Crisis,
Jeff Mills,
Lungfish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hardrive,
Essential Logic,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Skatalites,
Malaria!,
Kurtis Blow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rosa Yemen,
Byron Stingily,
Buzzcocks,
The Buckinghams,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Television Personalities,
Minnie Riperton,
Aural Exciters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ituana,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Görl,
Ludus,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Bourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Niagra,
Bill Wells,
Dark Day,
The Angels of Light,
Sarah Menescal,
F. McDonald,
Sixth Finger,
Babytalk,
KRS-One,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.