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 Indonesia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
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 marimba 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 Young Marble Giants to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Interpol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ornette Coleman,
Rod Modell,
The Monochrome Set,
PIL,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Eurythmics,
Ken Boothe,
Minor Threat,
Isaac Hayes,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick May,
Essential Logic,
Scrapy,
Mark Hollis,
Ultra Naté,
FM Einheit,
Peter and Kerry,
Cluster,
the Association,
Intrusion,
The Fuzztones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Sherman,
Alice Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Rosa Yemen,
Ohio Players,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camouflage,
The Smoke,
Tommy Roe,
Pussy Galore,
Negative Approach,
CMW,
Skriet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Janne Schatter,
Funkadelic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nils Olav,
X-102,
Von Mondo,
Lalann,
The Leaves,
Heaven 17,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
Quando Quango,
Soulsonic Force,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.