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 Nicaragua and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Judy Mowatt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Youth Brigade,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
JFA,
KRS-One,
Alice Coltrane,
AZ,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Axelrod,
Ronan,
The Buckinghams,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Golliwogs,
Black Sheep,
the Normal,
Cameo,
The Gladiators,
Laurel Aitken,
Funkadelic,
Brass Construction,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radio Birdman,
Davy DMX,
Steve Hackett,
Country Teasers,
The Misunderstood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
LL Cool J,
Mars,
Amon Düül,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boredoms,
Don Cherry,
The Mummies,
Reagan Youth,
Grey Daturas,
The Dead C,
The Five Americans,
Lungfish,
Howard Jones,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare,
The Associates,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
R.M.O.,
A Certain Ratio,
Fela Kuti,
Make Up,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cheater Slicks,
The J.B.'s,
Lindisfarne,
Erykah Badu,
Monolake,
Technova,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.