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 Kuwait and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Ornette Coleman,
Silicon Teens,
Warren Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Cale,
UT,
Todd Rundgren,
OOIOO,
Deepchord,
Zero Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
Black Sheep,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Lower 48,
Groovy Waters,
The New Christs,
Bill Near,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
8 Eyed Spy,
PIL,
The Durutti Column,
Black Pus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eve St. Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Brass Construction,
Nico,
Suicide,
New York Dolls,
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Aaron Thompson,
Scientists,
Intrusion,
The Zeros,
The Gories,
Cal Tjader,
E-Dancer,
Faust,
The Leaves,
The Fuzztones,
The Buckinghams,
Audionom,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monolake,
Derrick Morgan,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lyres,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.