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 Kazakhstan and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Nation of Ulysses to the funk 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Laurel Aitken,
Pere Ubu,
Max Romeo,
L. Decosne,
Warsaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Groovy Waters,
Kaleidoscope,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Whodini,
Michelle Simonal,
The Real Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Peter & Gordon,
Severed Heads,
John Holt,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Mills,
The Fugs,
The Moleskins,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad,
Dual Sessions,
The Blackbyrds,
Pagans,
Thee Headcoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Kinks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pop Group,
Sister Nancy,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed,
The Trojans,
Matthew Halsall,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra,
Cameo,
Roxy Music,
Sixth Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Cal Tjader,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funkadelic,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.