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 Kenya and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Brass Construction to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
X-101,
Ken Boothe,
Wally Richardson,
Gichy Dan,
Toni Rubio,
48th St. Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Al Stewart,
KRS-One,
Silicon Teens,
Reuben Wilson,
D'Angelo,
Aural Exciters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Stereo Dub,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
R.M.O.,
Lower 48,
Icehouse,
Wolf Eyes,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Association,
Graham Central Station,
T.S.O.L.,
Erykah Badu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra,
Aaron Thompson,
Iggy Pop,
The Cramps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Magma,
The J.B.'s,
Marine Girls,
Index,
Shuggie Otis,
UT,
Interpol,
Easy Going,
La Düsseldorf,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five,
Panda Bear,
The Selecter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agitation Free,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joey Negro,
Rapeman,
Absolute Body Control,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nico,
The Barracudas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.