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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Slits to the jazz 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fortunes,
Nas,
The Knickerbockers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gories,
Lalann,
Livin' Joy,
Con Funk Shun,
Max Romeo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Bananas,
Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Wire,
Silicon Teens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Audionom,
Carl Craig,
The Residents,
The Barracudas,
Newcleus,
Lungfish,
Unwound,
Sandy B,
Hot Snakes,
The Move,
The Young Rascals,
Jandek,
cv313,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joey Negro,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fela Kuti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
Jerry's Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Suburban Knight,
Slave,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Althea and Donna,
Mr. Review,
Dead Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cramps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.