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 Montenegro and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 FM Einheit to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lyres,
The Leaves,
Sonic Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
Dual Sessions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Livin' Joy,
Blossom Toes,
Piero Umiliani,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Goldenarms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris Corsano,
One Last Wish,
Saccharine Trust,
John Foxx,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxette,
The Black Dice,
Charles Mingus,
Nico,
Patti Smith,
The Fall,
The Real Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Warsaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Aloha Tigers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cheater Slicks,
Pagans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
Tres Demented,
MC5,
The Happenings,
The Red Krayola,
Mo-Dettes,
the Normal,
The Sonics,
Sällskapet,
R.M.O.,
Don Cherry,
Bluetip,
Maleditus Sound,
Maurizio,
Neu!,
Talk Talk,
Section 25,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kaleidoscope,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.