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 Azerbaijan and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Fad Gadget to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Yellowson,
The Names,
Little Man,
Mad Mike,
The Offenders,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scan 7,
the Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Maurizio,
Slave,
Tim Buckley,
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cramps,
Moby Grape,
The Young Rascals,
The Evens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bronski Beat,
Harry Pussy,
The Shadows of Knight,
AZ,
Intrusion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stereo Dub,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Sheep,
Radiopuhelimet,
The New Christs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product,
Monks,
New York Dolls,
The Golliwogs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blossom Toes,
Morten Harket,
Anthony Braxton,
Theoretical Girls,
Janne Schatter,
James White and The Blacks,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Panda Bear,
The Zeros,
Surgeon,
Tom Boy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Model 500,
Crispian St. Peters,
Simply Red,
the Germs,
Scion,
Mars,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.