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 Serbia and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Angry Samoans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gong,
Scan 7,
The Invisible,
Y Pants,
The Blackbyrds,
Royal Trux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aaron Thompson,
The Divine Comedy,
Ice-T,
Dual Sessions,
The New Christs,
Jacob Miller,
Scion,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lindisfarne,
Visage,
Lungfish,
The Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Rufus Thomas,
Television,
Jawbox,
Fat Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Rosa Yemen,
Subhumans,
The United States of America,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Magma,
Country Teasers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mo-Dettes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young,
John Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gap Band,
Heaven 17,
Joyce Sims,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
X-102,
Pantaleimon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crash Course in Science,
The Buckinghams,
Schoolly D,
Fela Kuti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Motorama,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.