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 Greece and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
Joensuu 1685,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smiths,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moby Grape,
June of 44,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cameo,
Ten City,
Crime,
Eve St. Jones,
The Zeros,
Royal Trux,
Unwound,
JFA,
Metal Thangz,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
The Busters,
Icehouse,
Dual Sessions,
Flipper,
Minor Threat,
Crooked Eye,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lindisfarne,
The Real Kids,
Qualms,
Roxette,
Fela Kuti,
Piero Umiliani,
Franke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chrome,
The Invisible,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Green,
Brass Construction,
Kaleidoscope,
Rotary Connection,
Heaven 17,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Sneak,
The Cure,
Oblivians,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Charles Mingus,
Fluxion,
Henry Cow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.