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 Mauritius and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 L. Decosne to the dance 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moebius,
DJ Sneak,
Malaria!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Steve Hackett,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warren Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Wire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mark Hollis,
Ultravox,
Idris Muhammad,
Wolf Eyes,
Porter Ricks,
Sixth Finger,
Icehouse,
Lakeside,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Wyatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skarface,
Livin' Joy,
The Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Bad Manners,
CMW,
Maurizio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
World's Most,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Style,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Young Rascals,
Ronan,
Bob Dylan,
Monolake,
Cymande,
Sonic Youth,
The Buckinghams,
The Cowsills,
The Last Poets,
The Techniques,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers,
Gabor Szabo,
Moby Grape,
China Crisis,
Chrome,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Inner City,
The Human League,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.