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 Barbados and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Fear to the electroclash 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Q and Not U,
Television,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Golliwogs,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Fat Boys,
Liliput,
Iggy Pop,
Silicon Teens,
Gichy Dan,
Porter Ricks,
Byron Stingily,
Tres Demented,
The Toasters,
The Busters,
the Association,
The Fortunes,
The Happenings,
Funky Four + One,
Mandrill,
Jawbox,
Althea and Donna,
Shoche,
Alice Coltrane,
Suicide,
The Pop Group,
Judy Mowatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Schoolly D,
Bizarre Inc.,
In Retrospect,
Magma,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Slick Rick,
Toni Rubio,
U.S. Maple,
Simply Red,
Nils Olav,
Guru Guru,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Sneak,
Boredoms,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
X-102,
Loose Ends,
The Doors,
The Searchers,
Derrick May,
James White and The Blacks,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.