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 United Kingdom and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Pantaleimon,
Kerri Chandler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blues Magoos,
Fluxion,
Mad Mike,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mission of Burma,
A Certain Ratio,
Ohio Players,
D'Angelo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sandy B,
Sight & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths,
Tears for Fears,
Wolf Eyes,
These Immortal Souls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Angels of Light,
Swans,
KRS-One,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
Warsaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chrome,
Byron Stingily,
The Star Department,
Motorama,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
The Saints,
The Martian,
Dark Day,
Mantronix,
The Fuzztones,
Janne Schatter,
Dead Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Arcadia,
Arab on Radar,
Pussy Galore,
The Names,
Juan Atkins,
Fear,
The Vogues,
The Gap Band,
The Raincoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.