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 Brunei and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Pretty Things to the rock 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Motions,
Boredoms,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joyce Sims,
The Offenders,
Black Sheep,
Lungfish,
Public Enemy,
Simply Red,
Nirvana,
Minnie Riperton,
Magma,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
Malaria!,
Smog,
Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brand Nubian,
Tommy Roe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Mills,
Mr. Review,
Jacques Brel,
Skaos,
Howard Jones,
Deadbeat,
Intrusion,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scan 7,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Basic Channel,
Kayak,
Amon Düül II,
Silicon Teens,
The Cure,
Hasil Adkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Techniques,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
These Immortal Souls,
Y Pants,
Brick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.