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 Peru and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 H. Thieme to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Searchers,
Ponytail,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monolake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lightning Bolt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slackers,
The Barracudas,
a-ha,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Bananas,
Todd Rundgren,
Fela Kuti,
Von Mondo,
Royal Trux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camouflage,
The Gladiators,
Marvin Gaye,
The Trojans,
Kayak,
John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Soul II Soul,
Quantec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Iggy Pop,
Albert Ayler,
Moebius,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Bourne,
Bauhaus,
Outsiders,
Symarip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lyres,
Audionom,
A Certain Ratio,
Dawn Penn,
E-Dancer,
Q65,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
The Golliwogs,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
Al Stewart,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Monks,
June of 44,
Steve Hackett,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.