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 Marshall Islands and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rock 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Los Fastidios,
Albert Ayler,
Flipper,
The Smiths,
Terry Callier,
The Monochrome Set,
Trumans Water,
X-Ray Spex,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantytec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonic Youth,
The Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
ABC,
Darondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Malaria!,
David Axelrod,
Procol Harum,
Popol Vuh,
Angry Samoans,
Crime,
A Certain Ratio,
The Birthday Party,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swell Maps,
Bad Manners,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fugazi,
Rakim,
Suicide,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mr. Review,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Desert Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mission of Burma,
The Cramps,
Johnny Osbourne,
James White and The Blacks,
The Misunderstood,
X-102,
Massinfluence,
The Gladiators,
Supertramp,
The Pretty Things,
In Retrospect,
Bang On A Can,
T. Rex,
Underground Resistance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Newcleus,
Wings,
Fela Kuti,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.