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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
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 snare 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 The Count Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Red Krayola,
Moebius,
Amazonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Subhumans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cecil Taylor,
Hot Snakes,
The Fugs,
Royal Trux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Charles Mingus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Leaves,
Theoretical Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Icehouse,
Sound Behaviour,
Oblivians,
The Vogues,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glambeats Corp.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Qualms,
Kerri Chandler,
Wire,
Surgeon,
UT,
X-102,
Vladislav Delay,
The Remains,
Ludus,
New Age Steppers,
The Invisible,
Parry Music,
Second Layer,
Michelle Simonal,
The Count Five,
Black Bananas,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool Moe Dee,
U.S. Maple,
Scientists,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.