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 Kuwait and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
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 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 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 Letta Mbulu to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Sarah Menescal,
Unrelated Segments,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
Brick,
Scott Walker,
Rakim,
Ronan,
The Remains,
ABBA,
Hot Snakes,
The Move,
Kevin Saunderson,
Michelle Simonal,
Average White Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Fall,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MDC,
Slave,
Rod Modell,
The Residents,
Parry Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neu!,
Pantytec,
Jeff Lynne,
Pagans,
Roxette,
Aswad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles,
Henry Cow,
Supertramp,
Soulsonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Howard Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blackbyrds,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scion,
Underground Resistance,
June of 44,
The Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Modern Lovers,
La Düsseldorf,
Mad Mike,
The Real Kids,
John Cale,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.