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 Papua New Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 R.M.O. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Smoke,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
Joe Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rekid,
Glenn Branca,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unrelated Segments,
Joy Division,
Toni Rubio,
Hot Snakes,
The Misunderstood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
David McCallum,
Zapp,
Moebius,
The Count Five,
Hardrive,
Bluetip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stereo Dub,
Newcleus,
Fad Gadget,
Throbbing Gristle,
CMW,
Sugar Minott,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eurythmics,
Robert Görl,
Animal Collective,
Pylon,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tom Boy,
Steve Hackett,
Crispy Ambulance,
Duran Duran,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola,
Main Source,
Cecil Taylor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Style,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.