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 India and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 H. Thieme to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Maleditus Sound,
Pulsallama,
Black Pus,
Icehouse,
Joe Finger,
Henry Cow,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faraquet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
The Gladiators,
The Motions,
Basic Channel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scion,
Bang On A Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Trojans,
The New Christs,
Unrelated Segments,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Terry,
Eden Ahbez,
D'Angelo,
Underground Resistance,
Albert Ayler,
OOIOO,
Lou Christie,
Inner City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stiv Bators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cal Tjader,
June of 44,
Can,
Minutemen,
Bill Near,
Gong,
CMW,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sam Rivers,
The Techniques,
Gang Green,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nirvana,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donald Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Prince Buster,
Fad Gadget,
Animal Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Association,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Slits,
Eddi Front,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.