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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Techniques to the disco 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flash Fearless,
H. Thieme,
ABC,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
Slave,
Mandrill,
Das Ding,
Suicide,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sparks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Black Dice,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick May,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kayak,
Marine Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rufus Thomas,
These Immortal Souls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul II Soul,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crooked Eye,
Darondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moby Grape,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anthony Braxton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minutemen,
Peter & Gordon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warren Ellis,
The Zeros,
The Fuzztones,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Juan Atkins,
Laurel Aitken,
The Velvet Underground,
Surgeon,
PIL,
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
a-ha,
Make Up,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
The Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cure,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.