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 Yemen and from Lille.
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 Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Stetsasonic to the grime 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
The Cowsills,
The Count Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mantronix,
The Invisible,
Vladislav Delay,
Bauhaus,
Quando Quango,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Fad Gadget,
Dead Boys,
Easy Going,
Rekid,
Deakin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stereo Dub,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Pus,
CMW,
Steve Hackett,
Arthur Verocai,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Almond,
James White and The Blacks,
The Five Americans,
Sight & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Graham Central Station,
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25,
T. Rex,
The Saints,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Bananas,
Ice-T,
T.S.O.L.,
Swans,
Amon Düül,
Ohio Players,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Subhumans,
Motorama,
Royal Trux,
Drexciya,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.