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 Poland and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jandek to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Carl Craig,
Panda Bear,
Hashim,
The Dead C,
Accadde A,
The Wake,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
H. Thieme,
Bill Wells,
CMW,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Dolphy,
Grauzone,
Pussy Galore,
Hot Snakes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacques Brel,
Arab on Radar,
Fear,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Susan Cadogan,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moleskins,
Rosa Yemen,
Stetsasonic,
Royal Trux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-Ray Spex,
Amazonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
The Victims,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Sherman,
Slick Rick,
The Blackbyrds,
ABC,
Kaleidoscope,
Ornette Coleman,
AZ,
Donald Byrd,
Nas,
The Pop Group,
Steve Hackett,
Surgeon,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
Nico,
F. McDonald,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.