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 Italy and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Hardrive to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Derrick May,
Maurizio,
Black Moon,
Quadrant,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
The Walker Brothers,
Yaz,
FM Einheit,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The New Christs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rod Modell,
Rites of Spring,
Joy Division,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Patti Smith,
Liliput,
The Searchers,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Hill,
The Skatalites,
The Monochrome Set,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visage,
T.S.O.L.,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
CMW,
This Heat,
D'Angelo,
Motorama,
Roxette,
Quando Quango,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suicide,
June of 44,
Freddie Wadling,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alison Limerick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Accadde A,
The Moody Blues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Adolescents,
Excepter,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Green,
MC5,
Supertramp,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.