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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Leaves,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tubeway Army,
Organ,
cv313,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Interpol,
Heaven 17,
Amazonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Coltrane,
ABBA,
Erasure,
Bluetip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
Faust,
Intrusion,
Zero Boys,
Man Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Alton Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Nik Kershaw,
Monks,
The Gap Band,
Robert Hood,
Janne Schatter,
The New Christs,
Blossom Toes,
The Birthday Party,
The Kinks,
June of 44,
Hoover,
Section 25,
Whodini,
Crime,
Leonard Cohen,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vainqueur,
Deakin,
T. Rex,
Ossler,
Jacques Brel,
Anakelly,
Lightning Bolt,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
Warsaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultravox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.