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 China and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 The Flesh Eaters to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Section 25,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Kaleidoscope,
Make Up,
Guru Guru,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lakeside,
Nation of Ulysses,
DNA,
a-ha,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Misunderstood,
Fat Boys,
Accadde A,
Wings,
Metal Thangz,
The Neon Judgement,
Bronski Beat,
Danielle Patucci,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fuzztones,
Essential Logic,
Judy Mowatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drexciya,
OOIOO,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Machine,
Agitation Free,
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
Don Cherry,
Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Ten City,
The Offenders,
Mars,
Das Ding,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
The Monks,
Swell Maps,
Trumans Water,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry's Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Archie Shepp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.