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 Germany and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
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 marimba 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Qualms,
The Names,
E-Dancer,
The Pretty Things,
Gichy Dan,
The Vogues,
PIL,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Index,
The Angels of Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Outsiders,
Excepter,
The Selecter,
Livin' Joy,
Bob Dylan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radio Birdman,
Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
A Certain Ratio,
Organ,
The Trojans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cluster,
Graham Central Station,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
New Age Steppers,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alphaville,
Sixth Finger,
Ice-T,
OOIOO,
Animal Collective,
Subhumans,
New Order,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Loose Ends,
Mo-Dettes,
Popol Vuh,
ABBA,
The Black Dice,
Mad Mike,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
June Days,
Eddi Front,
Q and Not U,
Marc Almond,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonic Youth,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.