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 Gabon and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Freddie Wadling to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Marmalade,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hasil Adkins,
The Names,
The Leaves,
Soft Machine,
Sällskapet,
Delta 5,
New Order,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shoche,
The Martian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Wake,
B.T. Express,
Loose Ends,
The Star Department,
Marvin Gaye,
Minor Threat,
Negative Approach,
Junior Murvin,
Camouflage,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalo Schifrin,
Howard Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doobie Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare,
Bill Near,
Glenn Branca,
Peter & Gordon,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wasted Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funky Four + One,
Metal Thangz,
Grauzone,
Black Bananas,
The Saints,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantaleimon,
Index,
OOIOO,
Scientists,
the Slits,
The Gladiators,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fuzztones,
Faust,
Don Cherry,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.