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 Cambodia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Maleditus Sound to the techno 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Association,
Brick,
Shuggie Otis,
the Bar-Kays,
Crime,
Amon Düül II,
The Gun Club,
The Fortunes,
John Coltrane,
Ten City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Green,
Cluster,
KRS-One,
The Move,
The Knickerbockers,
Alphaville,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultimate Spinach,
Goldenarms,
The Leaves,
ABBA,
Accadde A,
Joe Smooth,
Lyres,
Animal Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stereo Dub,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Don Cherry,
Trumans Water,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Red Krayola,
Ice-T,
Joensuu 1685,
Eden Ahbez,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Bronski Beat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mummies,
Rosa Yemen,
Schoolly D,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.