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 Zimbabwe and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Black Dice,
Janne Schatter,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Selecter,
Nation of Ulysses,
T.S.O.L.,
Vladislav Delay,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang On A Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Buckinghams,
Fad Gadget,
Sexual Harrassment,
Das Ding,
Maurizio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sight & Sound,
The Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacob Miller,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül II,
Bob Dylan,
Brass Construction,
Boredoms,
Minor Threat,
Hashim,
The Fugs,
Byron Stingily,
Prince Buster,
10cc,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Wells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zapp,
Chris Corsano,
The Knickerbockers,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
Ludus,
Joensuu 1685,
DNA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Babytalk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Little Man,
X-102,
Deadbeat,
Zero Boys,
the Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blackbyrds,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.