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 Albania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Alphaville to the disco 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Names,
Newcleus,
The Cramps,
Goldenarms,
MDC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angry Samoans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Judy Mowatt,
Skaos,
Eve St. Jones,
Smog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Make Up,
Blake Baxter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Prince Buster,
Wasted Youth,
Livin' Joy,
MC5,
Neu!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Symarip,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers,
Half Japanese,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Stooges,
Sonic Youth,
The Associates,
Johnny Clarke,
Lyres,
Television,
Supertramp,
The Happenings,
Mission of Burma,
Absolute Body Control,
Infiniti,
Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Sparks,
The Busters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eddi Front,
Albert Ayler,
The Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Ronnie Foster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Easy Going,
Glenn Branca,
Pantytec,
Joyce Sims,
Grey Daturas,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.