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 Grenada and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Japan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Intrusion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
10cc,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Barracudas,
Gang Green,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zapp,
The Alarm Clocks,
KRS-One,
The Dirtbombs,
The Motions,
Shoche,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Standells,
Graham Central Station,
Alison Limerick,
Symarip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Janne Schatter,
Scientists,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warsaw,
Magma,
Al Stewart,
The Grass Roots,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Popol Vuh,
The Fuzztones,
Ken Boothe,
Swans,
Organ,
Bronski Beat,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash,
Royal Trux,
Lalann,
Severed Heads,
Black Moon,
X-102,
Echospace,
ABBA,
The Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Barry Ungar,
LL Cool J,
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers,
La Düsseldorf,
Carl Craig,
Marc Almond,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.