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 South Africa and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Motions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Wake,
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach,
PIL,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Beau Brummels,
Deadbeat,
Wings,
Schoolly D,
The Gladiators,
Ten City,
The J.B.'s,
Wally Richardson,
F. McDonald,
Tears for Fears,
Swell Maps,
Fela Kuti,
Dennis Brown,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
Quando Quango,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-Ray Spex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Al Stewart,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erasure,
Amon Düül II,
Smog,
The Black Dice,
Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Animal Collective,
Trumans Water,
The Last Poets,
Depeche Mode,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
Fluxion,
The Gap Band,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
La Düsseldorf,
Vainqueur,
Lucky Dragons,
Shuggie Otis,
Alice Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Supertramp,
Tommy Roe,
The Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Five Americans,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.