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 Poland and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultravox,
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
F. McDonald,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Style,
Maleditus Sound,
Cymande,
Kas Product,
Hoover,
Lightning Bolt,
The Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bob Dylan,
The Star Department,
Joe Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fear,
Glenn Branca,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nirvana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Dolphy,
Minor Threat,
Pulsallama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deepchord,
Sarah Menescal,
48th St. Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brothers Johnson,
Skarface,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barrington Levy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sight & Sound,
Mr. Review,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fall,
Eddi Front,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Busters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang of Four,
David Bowie,
Wolf Eyes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bauhaus,
Prince Buster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Drexciya,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.