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 Netherlands and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Henry Cow to the punk 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Gang Dance,
Clear Light,
Niagra,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick May,
Wolf Eyes,
Eli Mardock,
Basic Channel,
Circle Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Surgeon,
Rod Modell,
Can,
Scientists,
Joe Finger,
Bad Manners,
Rapeman,
Au Pairs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slave,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Green,
The Kinks,
Section 25,
Talk Talk,
Qualms,
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Black Dice,
Sound Behaviour,
Metal Thangz,
Procol Harum,
Mandrill,
The Moleskins,
Minutemen,
Funky Four + One,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Newcleus,
Moss Icon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
K-Klass,
Barbara Tucker,
Bush Tetras,
Archie Shepp,
Suburban Knight,
June Days,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
Dark Day,
a-ha,
the Normal,
Unwound,
John Lydon,
The Smoke,
Glenn Branca,
The Mummies,
Dennis Brown,
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.