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 Czech Republic and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fear to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faraquet,
the Sonics,
Simply Red,
Hardrive,
Funkadelic,
Quando Quango,
Hot Snakes,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
Los Fastidios,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan,
The Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Five Americans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Section 25,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ossler,
Barry Ungar,
Chrome,
Jacques Brel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Audionom,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rufus Thomas,
The Barracudas,
DJ Style,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerri Chandler,
Sixth Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Pantaleimon,
Supertramp,
PIL,
Q and Not U,
R.M.O.,
The Slits,
Massinfluence,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camouflage,
The Sound,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers,
Maurizio,
Joyce Sims,
Pole,
Neu!,
Wings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
KRS-One,
The Selecter,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.