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 Ghana and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Trojans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Pantytec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Symarip,
The Doors,
Wasted Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Skatalites,
Aswad,
Gabor Szabo,
Cheater Slicks,
Nirvana,
This Heat,
Blossom Toes,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
Scrapy,
Laurel Aitken,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Near,
The Litter,
Nils Olav,
Sällskapet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nas,
Minutemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Terry,
Roxy Music,
Camberwell Now,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Martian,
Average White Band,
Eddi Front,
The Toasters,
Suicide,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ituana,
DJ Sneak,
Animal Collective,
Gang of Four,
Nico,
the Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Shuggie Otis,
ABC,
Mars,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
10cc,
Mission of Burma,
kango's stein massive,
Von Mondo,
Anakelly,
The Smiths,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.