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 Ivory Coast and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Ituana 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '80s.
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 LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gap Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Basic Channel,
The Gun Club,
the Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sugar Minott,
Josef K,
The Misunderstood,
Deadbeat,
Shuggie Otis,
Vainqueur,
Lou Christie,
Audionom,
Piero Umiliani,
Lebanon Hanover,
Outsiders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Green,
The Blues Magoos,
MC5,
Brand Nubian,
Chris & Cosey,
John Holt,
Pantaleimon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Fluxion,
Jacob Miller,
Eurythmics,
Babytalk,
Von Mondo,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Das Ding,
Monolake,
Excepter,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Kinks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slick Rick,
The Names,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Darondo,
Scott Walker,
The Leaves,
Bob Dylan,
Lyres,
Absolute Body Control,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.