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 Barbados and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Clear Light 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doors,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magma,
Eric Dolphy,
Anakelly,
Icehouse,
Joe Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faraquet,
Morten Harket,
Smog,
Hardrive,
Tommy Roe,
The Angels of Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Japan,
The Saints,
CMW,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
The New Christs,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Sheep,
Amazonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Animal Collective,
Althea and Donna,
48th St. Collective,
Slick Rick,
Bauhaus,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marmalade,
Maleditus Sound,
Josef K,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Average White Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Fat Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Remains,
Pulsallama,
Reuben Wilson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.