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 Singapore and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pussy Galore to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Trojans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moby Grape,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tom Boy,
Tubeway Army,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
The Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hot Snakes,
Yellowson,
Q and Not U,
Pylon,
Delta 5,
Massinfluence,
Negative Approach,
Davy DMX,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fluxion,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Evens,
Jacob Miller,
OOIOO,
Gong,
Smog,
Morten Harket,
Absolute Body Control,
The Last Poets,
Nik Kershaw,
AZ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Brick,
Make Up,
The Misunderstood,
Altered Images,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare,
the Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Moss Icon,
Animal Collective,
Wally Richardson,
The Gories,
The United States of America,
Hardrive,
Nirvana,
Robert Hood,
The Fortunes,
The Music Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moody Blues,
Infiniti,
X-102,
Henry Cow,
Janne Schatter,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.