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 Sri Lanka 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Doors to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glenn Branca,
Lakeside,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Holt,
Malaria!,
Los Fastidios,
Basic Channel,
B.T. Express,
Marmalade,
Hashim,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra,
Franke,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris Corsano,
Junior Murvin,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
These Immortal Souls,
Wire,
Toni Rubio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cal Tjader,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus,
The Smoke,
Isaac Hayes,
Shuggie Otis,
the Bar-Kays,
the Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Smog,
Gichy Dan,
The Music Machine,
New Order,
Patti Smith,
Q and Not U,
Pantytec,
Scion,
Tim Buckley,
Leonard Cohen,
Rekid,
Barrington Levy,
Kayak,
AZ,
The Tremeloes,
Spoonie Gee,
David McCallum,
Tommy Roe,
Organ,
D'Angelo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Massinfluence,
Electric Prunes,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.