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 Nicaragua 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Laurel Aitken to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Fugs,
Parry Music,
The New Christs,
Desert Stars,
Franke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Godley & Creme,
Trumans Water,
Brand Nubian,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
Groovy Waters,
Clear Light,
Flipper,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Fraelich,
The Happenings,
Anthony Braxton,
Dennis Brown,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hasil Adkins,
B.T. Express,
The Dead C,
AZ,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quando Quango,
Deepchord,
D'Angelo,
Pylon,
Kaleidoscope,
Dave Gahan,
The Invisible,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Nirvana,
Alphaville,
Pulsallama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Vogues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rekid,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
June of 44,
Shuggie Otis,
Sight & Sound,
the Swans,
UT,
Audionom,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deakin,
The Slits,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.