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 Australia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
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 arpeggiator 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Beau Brummels,
Connie Case,
Lungfish,
The Remains,
Warsaw,
Nico,
Neu!,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Negative Approach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots,
The Moleskins,
Crooked Eye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris & Cosey,
Average White Band,
Terry Callier,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Clarke,
The Last Poets,
Kenny Larkin,
Barry Ungar,
Make Up,
Fugazi,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Bourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Finger,
Easy Going,
Minor Threat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flipper,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Agent Orange,
Moss Icon,
Joey Negro,
R.M.O.,
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Smog,
EPMD,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.