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 Lithuania and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Black Dice,
The Real Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Tommy Roe,
The Remains,
Main Source,
Bauhaus,
Inner City,
Basic Channel,
T.S.O.L.,
The Knickerbockers,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funkadelic,
Franke,
Adolescents,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skriet,
Mr. Review,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Swell Maps,
Thee Headcoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
Deadbeat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sex Pistols,
Harry Pussy,
The Slackers,
MC5,
The Misunderstood,
Radio Birdman,
The Beau Brummels,
The Walker Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Mission of Burma,
Accadde A,
Tres Demented,
Q and Not U,
Lebanon Hanover,
D'Angelo,
Black Flag,
the Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.