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 Grenada and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Public Enemy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Skaos,
Deepchord,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
Soulsonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Lightning Bolt,
the Normal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Royal Trux,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
Main Source,
Funky Four + One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slits,
The Residents,
The Beau Brummels,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angry Samoans,
Black Bananas,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Janne Schatter,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dark Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick Morgan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker,
Slave,
June Days,
Bluetip,
Whodini,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anakelly,
The Invisible,
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio,
Sällskapet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gap Band,
Ultra Naté,
The Remains,
Qualms,
The Divine Comedy,
B.T. Express,
Glenn Branca,
Scratch Acid,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.