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 Malawi and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Liliput to the electroclash 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
The Young Rascals,
Fela Kuti,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ornette Coleman,
Charles Mingus,
Kayak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mad Mike,
Bill Near,
Boredoms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camberwell Now,
Absolute Body Control,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slave,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aloha Tigers,
Darondo,
The Human League,
Panda Bear,
R.M.O.,
T. Rex,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Index,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Machine,
the Normal,
Eddi Front,
Zapp,
Swell Maps,
Heaven 17,
Josef K,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
Piero Umiliani,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxy Music,
Schoolly D,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
June of 44,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masters at Work,
Babytalk,
China Crisis,
X-101,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minny Pops,
Derrick Morgan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Newcleus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.