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 Angola and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tubeway Army to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Von Mondo,
The Mummies,
The United States of America,
Gabor Szabo,
Camouflage,
Easy Going,
Derrick Morgan,
Juan Atkins,
Chrome,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Bourne,
Model 500,
FM Einheit,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Starr,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funky Four + One,
Isaac Hayes,
Buzzcocks,
Eli Mardock,
Negative Approach,
Q and Not U,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Barbara Tucker,
Pole,
The Fugs,
Janne Schatter,
The Pretty Things,
The Moleskins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scan 7,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pulsallama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Theoretical Girls,
Hoover,
Con Funk Shun,
T. Rex,
The Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
In Retrospect,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang of Four,
Loose Ends,
Infiniti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Archie Shepp,
Letta Mbulu,
Cymande,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Babytalk,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.