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 Kiribati 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Franke to the funk 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
Erykah Badu,
The Gories,
Excepter,
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
Gichy Dan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Selecter,
The Residents,
Peter & Gordon,
Scan 7,
Wolf Eyes,
Dennis Brown,
Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Busters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun City Girls,
X-101,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smoke,
Bush Tetras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moss Icon,
B.T. Express,
Kas Product,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rekid,
Ronan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Average White Band,
Sandy B,
Cal Tjader,
The Real Kids,
cv313,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra,
Pantytec,
The Standells,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eddi Front,
Black Flag,
Goldenarms,
James White and The Blacks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
F. McDonald,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grey Daturas,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlback,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.