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 Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cramps to the grunge 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed,
Marc Almond,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultra Naté,
World's Most,
The Invisible,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Al Stewart,
Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Mandrill,
Whodini,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tres Demented,
Patti Smith,
Make Up,
Zapp,
Zero Boys,
The Fugs,
Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Procol Harum,
Tubeway Army,
Radio Birdman,
Sex Pistols,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Livin' Joy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Josef K,
Minutemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Associates,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Eddi Front,
Archie Shepp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Eve St. Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Ken Boothe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rod Modell,
Henry Cow,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
The Skatalites,
Spoonie Gee,
Half Japanese,
Wings,
Rapeman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jawbox,
DNA,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scientists,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.