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 New Zealand and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 The Blues Magoos to the techno 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pere Ubu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bronski Beat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nico,
Judy Mowatt,
The Leaves,
Thee Headcoats,
Brass Construction,
Bluetip,
Japan,
Mandrill,
Frankie Knuckles,
10cc,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
JFA,
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy Collins,
cv313,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker,
Fugazi,
Mo-Dettes,
Pagans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Görl,
Rotary Connection,
F. McDonald,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacques Brel,
Young Marble Giants,
Arcadia,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sällskapet,
Babytalk,
The Barracudas,
Gichy Dan,
Peter and Kerry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swell Maps,
48th St. Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers,
The Sonics,
Lyres,
Avey Tare,
The American Breed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Holt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.