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 Rwanda and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
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 synthesizer 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 John Coltrane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
E-Dancer,
Marvin Gaye,
Neu!,
Kaleidoscope,
Byron Stingily,
The Pop Group,
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine,
Brick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faust,
Idris Muhammad,
K-Klass,
Warsaw,
Bill Wells,
Minutemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wolf Eyes,
The Red Krayola,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Massinfluence,
Section 25,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Association,
Dave Gahan,
AZ,
One Last Wish,
The Zeros,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sparks,
The Misunderstood,
Hoover,
Godley & Creme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed,
Aaron Thompson,
T.S.O.L.,
Absolute Body Control,
Lucky Dragons,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Y Pants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Henry Cow,
The Remains,
Soft Machine,
Black Sheep,
Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Alice Coltrane,
Television,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
Stereo Dub,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.