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 Guinea-Bissau and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Jawbox to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Raincoats,
Essential Logic,
Scan 7,
Section 25,
Das Ding,
X-Ray Spex,
John Holt,
Sight & Sound,
The Gun Club,
The Litter,
Popol Vuh,
Moby Grape,
Negative Approach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Easy Going,
Pierre Henry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cowsills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Trojans,
Howard Jones,
The Gladiators,
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
Roxette,
Lalann,
Von Mondo,
Chrome,
Simply Red,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bad Manners,
Severed Heads,
Dennis Brown,
Unrelated Segments,
Gong,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MDC,
Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Pulsallama,
Erykah Badu,
Theoretical Girls,
Deadbeat,
Radiohead,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Finger,
The Human League,
Amazonics,
Mars,
Tres Demented,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
the Slits,
Panda Bear,
Scrapy,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.