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 Niger and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Flesh Eaters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lightning Bolt,
Prince Buster,
The United States of America,
Dual Sessions,
Babytalk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maleditus Sound,
the Normal,
John Holt,
the Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
Audionom,
Grey Daturas,
Sandy B,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Glenn Branca,
Trumans Water,
Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Dave Gahan,
James White and The Blacks,
Aloha Tigers,
Whodini,
The Victims,
MDC,
Donald Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Japan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
The Zeros,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brick,
Amon Düül,
David McCallum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Cale,
Wire,
Blake Baxter,
Toni Rubio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Godley & Creme,
Easy Going,
Parry Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Porter Ricks,
Cymande,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun City Girls,
Von Mondo,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.