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 Madagascar 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Metal Thangz to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Guru Guru,
Theoretical Girls,
The New Christs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gong,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Bourne,
David Axelrod,
Roxette,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Womack,
Quantec,
Sandy B,
Eurythmics,
The Star Department,
Technova,
DJ Sneak,
Maurizio,
Rufus Thomas,
Q65,
The Mummies,
Dawn Penn,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Görl,
Pierre Henry,
The Evens,
Depeche Mode,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-101,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Terry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Techniques,
Y Pants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Average White Band,
Q and Not U,
The Red Krayola,
the Germs,
Al Stewart,
Amazonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang On A Can,
Second Layer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex,
The Modern Lovers,
The Last Poets,
Davy DMX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Surgeon,
Zapp,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.