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 Eritrea and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Rotary Connection to the dance 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marvin Gaye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slackers,
Porter Ricks,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Clarke,
Brand Nubian,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Flag,
The Evens,
Brick,
Agent Orange,
Nico,
48th St. Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DNA,
Half Japanese,
The Victims,
The Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
Fear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pulsallama,
The Wake,
The Toasters,
Barbara Tucker,
Tres Demented,
Loose Ends,
Magma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jandek,
James White and The Blacks,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Dolphy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marmalade,
Subhumans,
John Lydon,
Kas Product,
Pussy Galore,
Accadde A,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
Basic Channel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pole,
The Moody Blues,
The Gladiators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.