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 United Kingdom and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Soft Cell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
EPMD,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bronski Beat,
Wasted Youth,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
Siglo XX,
Sound Behaviour,
Nico,
Dawn Penn,
The Black Dice,
DNA,
Sight & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Rapeman,
Donny Hathaway,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Hill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Intrusion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Birthday Party,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Five Americans,
The Litter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Letta Mbulu,
Anakelly,
Sarah Menescal,
Banda Bassotti,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Dennis Brown,
Wally Richardson,
Procol Harum,
The Young Rascals,
Isaac Hayes,
Sugar Minott,
Ludus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anthony Braxton,
Scan 7,
Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The Motions,
The Mojo Men,
Dual Sessions,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.