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 Egypt and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Thee Headcoats to the rock 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Fad Gadget,
Soul Sonic Force,
Basic Channel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Drexciya,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
The Slits,
the Association,
Malaria!,
Dead Boys,
Severed Heads,
Godley & Creme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soulsonic Force,
David McCallum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Skarface,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donald Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Sister Nancy,
The Real Kids,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sugar Minott,
Ronan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pretty Things,
H. Thieme,
Delta 5,
AZ,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick May,
Boogie Down Productions,
Byron Stingily,
Dave Gahan,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Black Dice,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cowsills,
Joy Division,
Blake Baxter,
Sarah Menescal,
Cheater Slicks,
Fela Kuti,
Terry Callier,
Althea and Donna,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.