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 Iran and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David Bowie to the grunge 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Sällskapet,
Tom Boy,
X-102,
the Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cure,
Connie Case,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pretty Things,
Pere Ubu,
Rod Modell,
Kenny Larkin,
Camberwell Now,
Lyres,
Easy Going,
Kurtis Blow,
Das Ding,
Deakin,
Tubeway Army,
Piero Umiliani,
Make Up,
Arthur Verocai,
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Crime,
Suicide,
Public Enemy,
Organ,
Pulsallama,
Patti Smith,
Quadrant,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sugar Minott,
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
Sun City Girls,
Aswad,
James White and The Blacks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Zeros,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Tears for Fears,
R.M.O.,
Depeche Mode,
Ossler,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Dolphy,
Supertramp,
The Selecter,
Rekid,
The Techniques,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
Faust,
Cluster,
John Holt,
Deepchord,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.