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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Mantronix to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
MDC,
The Invisible,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quadrant,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
David McCallum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Faust,
Average White Band,
Rapeman,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Finger,
Barry Ungar,
The Gories,
Vainqueur,
KRS-One,
New Order,
H. Thieme,
Camouflage,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy Collins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lungfish,
The Music Machine,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Womack,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rufus Thomas,
Rotary Connection,
Archie Shepp,
The Stooges,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
D'Angelo,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Dark Day,
Severed Heads,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gladiators,
Jawbox,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.