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 Malaysia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Evens to the rock 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys,
Ossler,
The Remains,
Black Sheep,
Nas,
X-102,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
Livin' Joy,
Guru Guru,
The Kinks,
Qualms,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Absolute Body Control,
Erasure,
The Music Machine,
Swans,
Howard Jones,
Carl Craig,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Copeland,
Nirvana,
Cal Tjader,
the Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Associates,
Drexciya,
Blake Baxter,
Lindisfarne,
The Motions,
Hashim,
Todd Terry,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Babytalk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
Television,
Pulsallama,
Theoretical Girls,
Funkadelic,
Fad Gadget,
Echospace,
Quantec,
Shoche,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
The Sonics,
Fugazi,
Chrome,
John Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.