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 Congo and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marine Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Howard Jones,
Desert Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Germs,
Jerry's Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tom Boy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rekid,
T. Rex,
the Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
E-Dancer,
Panda Bear,
Deepchord,
Saccharine Trust,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxette,
Amon Düül II,
The Toasters,
Pussy Galore,
Alphaville,
Intrusion,
Nick Fraelich,
Kas Product,
Animal Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nas,
The Cure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Pagans,
Arcadia,
Joensuu 1685,
New York Dolls,
The Young Rascals,
Prince Buster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-101,
The Cowsills,
Joey Negro,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Adolescents,
Bush Tetras,
Absolute Body Control,
The Invisible,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Spandau Ballet,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.