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 Austria and from Johannesburg.
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 Seoul and Stockholm.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar 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 the Bar-Kays to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Scion,
Lower 48,
Soul Sonic Force,
UT,
The Velvet Underground,
Juan Atkins,
Althea and Donna,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dual Sessions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Adolescents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monks,
Niagra,
Royal Trux,
EPMD,
The Moody Blues,
The Dead C,
Das Ding,
Blake Baxter,
Flipper,
DNA,
Accadde A,
Derrick Morgan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots,
Erasure,
Newcleus,
Ten City,
Charles Mingus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
Khruangbin,
Sarah Menescal,
Nirvana,
Ken Boothe,
Alphaville,
Alison Limerick,
Nils Olav,
Gichy Dan,
The Tremeloes,
Eurythmics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Sonics,
Interpol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun City Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Busters,
Fear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kurtis Blow,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.