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 Saudi Arabia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hardrive to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Kinks,
Pylon,
Colin Newman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Misunderstood,
Ultravox,
Model 500,
Rapeman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Bob Dylan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
Y Pants,
Roger Hodgson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mantronix,
Interpol,
H. Thieme,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
DNA,
Crispy Ambulance,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
the Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Wire,
DJ Sneak,
The Busters,
The New Christs,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
Audionom,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Martian,
Piero Umiliani,
The Standells,
The Evens,
AZ,
Robert Wyatt,
David Bowie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Schoolly D,
Mark Hollis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Dolphy,
Magazine,
Motorama,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.