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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Skriet to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Neon Judgement,
Eurythmics,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mummies,
Jerry's Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Saints,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Clarke,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Machine,
The Happenings,
Royal Trux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Connie Case,
Buzzcocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Porter Ricks,
Wasted Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ohio Players,
The Divine Comedy,
Darondo,
Lindisfarne,
Aloha Tigers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Danielle Patucci,
Eden Ahbez,
Slave,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stiv Bators,
Sällskapet,
Aural Exciters,
Harry Pussy,
Khruangbin,
Anthony Braxton,
The Grass Roots,
The Dead C,
Wire,
Newcleus,
The Smoke,
Warren Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
The American Breed,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wolf Eyes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faraquet,
Sun City Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Wings,
Minor Threat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.