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 Iraq and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Goldenarms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Nik Kershaw,
The Count Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The New Christs,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABBA,
Make Up,
Maurizio,
Joe Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Wire,
The Cowsills,
The Grass Roots,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Prince Buster,
The Trojans,
Youth Brigade,
Pussy Galore,
Dead Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Wells,
Q and Not U,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxette,
FM Einheit,
Nirvana,
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
Anakelly,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Axelrod,
Mo-Dettes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oneida,
Arab on Radar,
One Last Wish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fad Gadget,
Agent Orange,
Theoretical Girls,
The Associates,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quadrant,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.