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 Zambia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Residents to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Juan Atkins,
Babytalk,
The Gun Club,
R.M.O.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Susan Cadogan,
Wire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-Ray Spex,
Underground Resistance,
Judy Mowatt,
Radio Birdman,
Massinfluence,
Roger Hodgson,
Panda Bear,
Brothers Johnson,
KRS-One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Boz Scaggs,
Eden Ahbez,
Agitation Free,
Severed Heads,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultravox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Index,
Minor Threat,
Scientists,
Nas,
The Buckinghams,
Chris Corsano,
Marcia Griffiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alton Ellis,
MDC,
Can,
Flash Fearless,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kas Product,
Terrestrial Tones,
JFA,
Michelle Simonal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Procol Harum,
Minny Pops,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.