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 Czech Republic and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Zapp to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Porter Ricks,
The Index,
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Normal,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül II,
R.M.O.,
Minutemen,
Depeche Mode,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxette,
Wally Richardson,
Model 500,
Eli Mardock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arcadia,
Alison Limerick,
Adolescents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Parrish,
Nils Olav,
The Raincoats,
Bluetip,
PIL,
The Blues Magoos,
The Names,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
Second Layer,
Siglo XX,
Rakim,
Television,
Soft Machine,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lucky Dragons,
Wolf Eyes,
Jandek,
Vladislav Delay,
Popol Vuh,
Scan 7,
June of 44,
Blake Baxter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Y Pants,
Glenn Branca,
Brand Nubian,
Monks,
The Busters,
The Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare,
a-ha,
Yusef Lateef,
Ituana,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.