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 Guatemala and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 PIL to the punk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Alison Limerick,
Crime,
Minnie Riperton,
EPMD,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
Fatback Band,
The Standells,
Godley & Creme,
Vladislav Delay,
Aaron Thompson,
Monolake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Inner City,
Reagan Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Max Romeo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Qualms,
the Human League,
Wire,
Rotary Connection,
Tommy Roe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scion,
Michelle Simonal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Japan,
Newcleus,
Pulsallama,
Rhythm & Sound,
LL Cool J,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Danielle Patucci,
Sam Rivers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flipper,
Banda Bassotti,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
Heaven 17,
Mandrill,
Kenny Larkin,
Lightning Bolt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
Fad Gadget,
Warren Ellis,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.