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 Slovakia and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Wake 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Dawn Penn,
Scan 7,
Con Funk Shun,
Qualms,
Half Japanese,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Nas,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Lynne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
Susan Cadogan,
The Standells,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Last Poets,
Jandek,
Gang Green,
Eric Dolphy,
cv313,
Laurel Aitken,
Oblivians,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reagan Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Sparks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Interpol,
The Saints,
David McCallum,
Swans,
Eurythmics,
Oneida,
Ronan,
the Germs,
Quantec,
Aswad,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
Yellowson,
The Detroit Cobras,
LL Cool J,
The Sonics,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Be Bop Deluxe,
FM Einheit,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ponytail,
China Crisis,
Cluster,
The Gladiators,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Mantronix,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.