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 Hungary and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Amon Düül II 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick 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?
The Misunderstood,
Barry Ungar,
Nik Kershaw,
K-Klass,
cv313,
Iggy Pop,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monks,
John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantytec,
Camouflage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerri Chandler,
CMW,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New York Dolls,
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
The Gladiators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed,
Quantec,
Toni Rubio,
Aural Exciters,
Eurythmics,
Marc Almond,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Mad Mike,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Selecter,
Alison Limerick,
Ice-T,
the Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
Oblivians,
The Mummies,
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Halsall,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultra Naté,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultravox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Sherman,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Howard Jones,
Faust,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.