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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Robert Görl,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Near,
Average White Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Q65,
Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Bananas,
Neu!,
Interpol,
Siglo XX,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monks,
The Victims,
Liliput,
Soulsonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agent Orange,
The J.B.'s,
The Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
CMW,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Standells,
Scratch Acid,
Michelle Simonal,
Intrusion,
Lalann,
Nils Olav,
The Flesh Eaters,
Organ,
Procol Harum,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
Quantec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scientists,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Golliwogs,
Cybotron,
The Index,
The Zeros,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick Morgan,
Mantronix,
Rapeman,
Blossom Toes,
Tears for Fears,
Brass Construction,
Loose Ends,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tubeway Army,
Ohio Players,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.