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 Ukraine and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Accadde A to the dance 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Searchers,
Chris & Cosey,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minnie Riperton,
Supertramp,
Y Pants,
Banda Bassotti,
Jandek,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels,
Fat Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q65,
Metal Thangz,
Vainqueur,
Drexciya,
Make Up,
Gichy Dan,
Susan Cadogan,
The Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Fraelich,
OOIOO,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smiths,
Yazoo,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blackbyrds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Görl,
Outsiders,
The Standells,
Saccharine Trust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lyres,
kango's stein massive,
The Red Krayola,
DNA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blake Baxter,
Lakeside,
the Bar-Kays,
Toni Rubio,
Excepter,
Gregory Isaacs,
La Düsseldorf,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Boredoms,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.