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 Laos and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Underground Resistance to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Main Source,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swell Maps,
Bill Wells,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs,
Average White Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jacob Miller,
Lyres,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Danielle Patucci,
Grauzone,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pylon,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
E-Dancer,
Underground Resistance,
Gang of Four,
Henry Cow,
Michelle Simonal,
One Last Wish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flipper,
Sex Pistols,
LL Cool J,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fuzztones,
The Last Poets,
John Foxx,
Roger Hodgson,
Sparks,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
X-101,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minnie Riperton,
Kurtis Blow,
Basic Channel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crooked Eye,
Eli Mardock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cameo,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.