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 Turkmenistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 La Düsseldorf to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Toasters,
The Angels of Light,
Cluster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Outsiders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Duran Duran,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter & Gordon,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Byron Stingily,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brick,
Blancmange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thompson Twins,
the Normal,
Porter Ricks,
Scion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Altered Images,
Country Teasers,
Visage,
Harmonia,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Terry,
The Smiths,
DNA,
Infiniti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Toni Rubio,
The Gories,
Cecil Taylor,
Joyce Sims,
U.S. Maple,
Flipper,
Underground Resistance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kenny Larkin,
The Durutti Column,
Tom Boy,
Zapp,
Liliput,
The Evens,
Maleditus Sound,
Clear Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bronski Beat,
Hashim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Near,
the Swans,
The Fugs,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.