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 Luxembourg and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Boogie Down Productions to the dance 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Sugar Minott,
Terry Callier,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spoonie Gee,
Deepchord,
Sarah Menescal,
Alton Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Alice Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Yazoo,
T.S.O.L.,
Harry Pussy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sam Rivers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Ituana,
Minny Pops,
Donald Byrd,
Nas,
Duran Duran,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eurythmics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moody Blues,
The Star Department,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Von Mondo,
Ossler,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Almond,
Pantytec,
Gabor Szabo,
Symarip,
the Germs,
Faraquet,
Khruangbin,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Human League,
Marine Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Smooth,
Interpol,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tres Demented,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.