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 Liechtenstein and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Peter and Kerry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Underground Resistance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Morten Harket,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unwound,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gun Club,
Lower 48,
Porter Ricks,
China Crisis,
Davy DMX,
Marc Almond,
Goldenarms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispy Ambulance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Guru Guru,
Robert Görl,
Roxette,
a-ha,
Alice Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Scratch Acid,
B.T. Express,
Sparks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cymande,
Jacob Miller,
Magma,
Oblivians,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suburban Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Blancmange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Skatalites,
Nick Fraelich,
Nirvana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
The Walker Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fall,
Whodini,
Man Parrish,
Ituana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Freddie Wadling,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Womack,
The Buckinghams,
Agent Orange,
Audionom,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.